Devilish Hair Game Novels & Stories

There was a half-full bottle of Jack Daniel's. "What are our plans for tomorrow morning?" Xander only raised his head when he heard the sound of cutlery clinking together. He thought he would see the most beautiful sight of his secretary's sexy body. At least, a silk nightgown with spaghetti straps or sexy lingerie. But what he found were plain bright yellow pajamas with trousers and a short-sleeved blouse. Angel rolled her brown hair carelessly with an old hair clip. And her face was very natural without a touch of makeup at all. Overall, Angel looked cute. Xander seemed like a pedophile predator who wanted to prey on an underage girl.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

His words stirred in everyone's curiosity. Cystine's face brightened with a smile, "Of course, we would have a Real estate auction, Rare items auction and lastly–Human auction,” she explained, "Human auction?” Emery muttered, she wondered if she had misheard. She turned to Darren for clarity but his icy gaze made her swallow her words. “Through the collaboration of several high personalities and achievers who are all either part or invited by the brains behind the game 'Vintage Hunt'. " Cystine continued.

We’re in a shower and I still have to wash my hair. I reach up and act like I’m going to brush the hair from his forehead but I just smooth it forward, turning his gorgeous, wet sex hair into a hair helmet that’s stuck to his head “Hey!” he objects, pulling back from me. He laughs as he runs his hands through his hair, shaping it back into all its previous glory. I shrug before reaching up again, attempting to give him permanent helmet hair. He dodges my attempt, laughing as he playfully grabs at my wrists, trying to swat my hands away.

But then— His lips curled into a slow, devilish smirk. “One month, huh?” he mused. “That’s all I get?” “That’s all you deserve,” she shot back. Hema added, “ If you fail, forget me completely and let me work peacefully “ His eyes gleamed with amusement. “Challenge accepted.” Hema exhaled, ignoring the way her heart pounded in her chest. This was a dangerous game. But if there was one thing she was sure of— Zayden wouldn’t win.

Maybe a growl. What I got? 6-pack abs. Shoulder muscles sculpted by ancient gods. A v-line so sharp it cut through the static in my brain. His hair? Wet. Long. Glorious. He ran a hand through it with the kind of cinematic grace that should be illegal. Like he was in a shampoo commercial for supernatural shampoo called "Alpha Essence: For When You Need To Ruin Someone's Soul With Just One Glance." And the cheekbones? CRIMINAL. “I—uh—hello?! Mirror? This feels illegal.”

Inside, she could see the blurred outline of something sleek, silver, and shaped to cut through the air faster than anything on the market. Whatever game she’d been forced into, it was bigger than she’d guessed. And for the first time since she’d entered the corridor, she wondered if even she had underestimated the danger. This wasn’t the end of the game. This was the board breaking.

Three weeks. "Of course not." She dropped her arms. "It's against the rules to fraternize with members. I'm all for rule-breaking, but this is the best job I've had in years. I'm not losing it so I can be a notch in some rich guy's bedpost, no matter how hot he is." Her expression flickered before it brightened again. "Fucking or no fucking, I can't wait for you to see the place. It's absolutely bonkers. The entry hall floor is inlaid with solid twenty-four karat gold, and there's a rooftop helipad with a helicopter rental service that'l fly you anywhere within the tristate area for lunch.." She continued describing Valhalla's amenities in detail. I smiled at Isabella's enthusiasm even as ne

the Devil looked back at his unconscious Angel whose eyes were closed now because of the effect of the medicine. The Devil took a handful of the red vermillion and put it on the mid-center of her hair partition. The devil heard loud gasps but didn't pay any attention to anyone. Neil heard a whistling sound and he smirked because he knew only Beast could dare to 'step in' in his moment. "Now, is it Okay?", Devil asked and priest didn't want to get kill by them so he nodded his head in agreement and took a relief breath when Devil's gaze returned away from him.

I would return for the game of revenge. Returning home, that was all that filled my mind. The game where I was the owner. The game where I was the only one who had the right to move and save myself. The game where I was the only one who should win. But I was wrong. Because the game I played wasn't mine, I wasn't the one who ruled it. The game I was in was no exception. Therefore, I also faced the same consequences and played the game bloodily. The salty wind whipped my white dress and wavy hair. I closed my eyes tightly as I remembered the night I almost died.