Devil Wife Novels & Stories

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

“We will have sex and then after, you will tell me who sent you, or I will kill you.” “What?” She sputtered. He gave her a menacing glare. “Strip and come suck my dick.”

, she became a person who was in a position of his own even with deep hatred. An indisputable but very annoying taste. Deep love and hatred. Pain and bleeding. "Don't say anything about dying, you are mine and I won't just let you die." Regi did not speak at all but in a different sense the woman was smiling mysteriously. The boss's obsession was enormous, it turned out that maybe Regi could take advantage of it or not. It's just that yes that person won't just give up. The drama was just about to begin, a cold spirit and pride had just begun. Whoever it is be prepared for what happens after.

He was joined by the physician from the main palace. As soon as they removed the last needles from her elbow, she opened her eyes slowly. Lydia weeped for joy as she gave her water to drink. Heavy footsteps were heard in the corridor. The door was pushed open at once and she saw, the Devil.

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.

The zipper slid down slowly, exposing her black panties. Hema bucked her hips, trying to dislodge him but he was too heavy, too strong. Panic and revulsion filled her as he kissed a path down her quivering stomach, his intentions clear. "No,!" she cried out, renewing her struggles. Her palm cracked against his cheek in a stinging slap. That only seemed to inflame him more. Zayden's head snapped back, his blue eyes flashing with fury. "You bitch," he hissed. His hand shot out and slapped her hard across the face, her head snapping to the side from the force.

The fool didn't even look, probably too drunk as he caught her, finally stopping her from dancing without a song; holding her waist to him, Siena's smile grew wider as her gaze caught Sebastian's who was looking like the prince of hell in a dark outfit. “Guess who wants a good fuck, Sebastian Harper?" She whispered, making sure he had heard correctly from where he stood, his jaw clenching, his facial muscles feeling like they would become mush from how they stiffened. 'Beautiful Devil.' Siena blew him a light kiss, and that was it; he got to her, pulling the guy away from her, with Sebastian catching him by the neck. “I want every damn breathing thing out.” His voice was low, but his dogs co

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’