Devil Wants To Hug Novels & Stories

Shiver tuning down my spine as the hairs on the nape of my neck rose like spikes. A sound of fabric tearing screeches through my eyes, I lowered my gaze, my heart dropping as I witnessed my torn dress, my chest fully exposed. Oh, no no no no- pleaseee no Staring up at Vicktor as he hovers over me, he licks his lip. His eyes darkening like a predator stalking his prey. "You wanted to do something nice for my birthday right..." he trailed off slowly, leaning close as he inhaled deeply. My lips quivered as the tears silently caressed down my face. "Be a good little wifey, keep quiet and be still." He purred disgustingly.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

Himal came back to apologize. He said that some emergency came up and he must leave. He apologized to me like 100 times and I told him, it was ok. I felt quite bad about it. As I turned, the devil was standing with a big smile on his face. What's with him now? "I will take you out for lunch," he offered. I rolled my eyes and was about to go towards my room when he stood in front of me blocking my way. I glared at him.

I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. Diavolo smiled and pulled me into his arms, holding me close. "You don't have to thank me, Valerie. I'm just glad I can be here for you." As we hugged, I knew that I had found my soulmate in Diavolo. He was the one who would stand by me through thick and thin, who would help me find my pack and my true purpose. And I knew that I would never let him go. As we hugged, Diavolo's lips brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. It was a soft, gentle touch, but it ignited a fire within me.

“For the purpose of having a not so evil conversation, Mr Devil Alfanso…..’ she sent him. ‘I am afraid as I am not capable of doing anything which is not evil, Ms. Halzen. After all you are texting the devil himself, so we need to be evil here to get this devil on sale….’ she chuckled at his reply. ‘Okay if not on sale…..can I have this devil at a discount for now?’ She didn't even know how to call this just as his care where a 33 years old man was willingly taking a part in her childishness and she knew it was just because he wanted to make her feel happy.

I am of age and vaccinated. - Well, we are leaving, Ariane, let's go. - But we can't leave now, it's about to get heated between these two men. - You are acting like a child. - And you are acting like an old man, sometimes I forget your age. - Enough with your insolence. We are leaving. I take her arm and we approach the Devil and the Devil's lover. The Devil grabs him by the collar and their faces are just inches apart. The Devil speaks:

When Emily opened her eyes again, she was on a couch. Not the bed. A couch. Black leather, soft beneath her. She blinked, trying to focus. He was sitting across from her. The man. Close enough that she could see the sharp line of his jaw, the way his dark eyes tracked her every movement. He was holding something. Ice. Before she could move, he leaned forward and pressed the ice cube to her lips. “Lick it,” he said. His finger pushed the ice into her mouth. Cold. Wet. His finger lingered on her lips, tracing the edge where the ice had melted. Emily’s breath caught. Not from fear. From something else. Something she didn’t want to name.

“You’re lucky that I don’t hold grudges on you, evil pig. I still have my own conscience tucked within me unlike you.” Devon yawned and collapsed into his side, both their intertwined hands are on his chest so it looked like she’s hugging him. Calmly gazing at Daemon from this angle stirred something inside her. Before she could stop herself, she slithered on top of him to stare at his face closely.

“Am I hallucinating?” Devon shakes his head, “I promise this is real.” “I don’t understand.” I’m smiling now, so widely that my cheeks hurt. “How is any of this possible?” Devon laughs, slinging his arm over my shoulders and giving me a squeeze. “Come on, you know what they say – don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. You deserve some pampering, just accept it.” I giggle, I actually giggle like a school girl and jump up and down, calling out to the pups. “Kids, get your coats! We’re going out to celebrate!”