Devil Wife Novels & Stories

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

They all look pale and exhausted on the corner of their lips is a blood stain. All thanks to the brave stance each of them took trying to suppress the king's beast that has become feral since two full days. The night after he visited the DeHaven maid's room. king Xerxes ended up making another visit to the prince’s room. Unfortunately or fortunately for him,he was not disappointed because the prince possesses the kiss of the devil's star on his nape. A mark that could only be found on his soulmate.

Why do I have to suffer a barbarian life? In the process of falling in love, I lost everything in his hands. My heart failed to discern the devil in human form. And look where he plonked me. *********** This book is purely fictional. All characters are only author's imagination. There is no resemblance with any living person. Lastly, this book contains some non consensual scene that can be upsetting.

Dev shook her head and finally took the basin and left the room. Hellion palmed her face as the door was finally shut did she sighed in relief. She then heard a sigh of disappointment inside her head making her jumped. The spirit then clicked her tongue and spoke in anger. “I’ve been wondering why such a mere human like you could easily killed me but now that I’ve seen it with my own eyes….” Hellion waited for her to continue. The spirit then clicked her tongue and spat. “Wench.” She just let out a disdainful smile and a puff of smoke hovered around her. Hellion watched her silently as the spirit spoke again, her eyes scrutinizing her from head to toe.

She told Jenna about Devil's visit last night. The woman eyed her as if she had grown two heads. She asked her what he looked like and what did he do and that was the point where Ara clammed up. Her cheeks tinted red as she recalled what the Devil had done to her. He smelled and sucked her like his favorite food. Humans'flesh must be his favorite food, she had concluded last night. But the way he touched her felt so inappropriate. She couldn't answer and Jenna waved it off calling it her imagination. She asked if they could bring a priest and perform exorcism in the house. Jenna wasn't convinced by her story and so declined.

"Oh you stupid, stupid girl" "Catalina, let's talk about this," he says stopping in front of his car. The distance between us makes me want to scream. Am I contagious now? Why can't he come close? "Are you here to defend her?" I ask "Knowing what those men were planning on doing to me?" "Stop playing the victim. I only told them to scare you off" Valentina says. I raise my hand and backhand her. "I wasn't talking to you" "This is who she is, Kahlo." She screeches holding her cheek "Don't let her fool you with her innocent act. She's a bitch and a murderer. You can't love someone like her"

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

“I’m giving you your time but just so you know and you should be aware of it that what just happened upsets me. I feel used.” “I’m sorry,” he drawled and sat down on the floor, his head still facing the wall averse at the idea of looking at her which greatly insulted her. “Now you can go and leave me alone.” Devon laughed incredulously. Of course, she should have seen it coming. Daemon is one heartless evil pig, a mafia boss who kills people for power and fear. What is she thinking? That she can easily melt his cold heart by just cooking his favorite food, pestering him in the office, and having sex with him? Where did her working brain go? It takes more than that to even get close to him.

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

She kept on thinking how she should be afraid and worried right now, but she just couldn't. "Stop thinking that you died." That was the first thing he said right after she changed. "If you are really the devil, wouldn't it be easy to just take me? Extract my soul or something, eat my energy source or whatever." "I am the devil, yes. Am I supposed to kill a human? Am I a grim reaper? No." The woman sighed, "Then, what else could you do?" "Are you sure that you're ready to know?" Derrick held her hand to pull her closer.