Devilish Hair Game Novels & Stories

he said with a note of finality. 'One time is enough to make you all mine for entity' The devil inclined his head in response, but he didn’t verbally answer. He snapped his fingers again, and Win jeans and button-down disappeared, only to be replaced with a semi-sheer bit of fabric that was artfully draped around his hips and chest. “Wow,” Win said, thoroughly unimpressed. “You really are into this. You are really kinky Adom, seriously” "I am my angel, don't you know we devil's are kinky when it's come to sex" Adom answer him with chuck and Win roll his eyes.

I said, my brows raised up in question. Then, my smirk widened, curling into a full blown smug smile. I shook my head as I landed the last blow. “Foolish of you to think I had no idea of when you took a piece of my hair during the game.”

His tone was casual and she couldn’t help but wonder if he was the same person that sent her out of the house last night, or someone else. “At this point of our life Axel we shouldn’t be playing games.” She reminded. A lot was happening and they ought to be plotting, not playing games. His lips curled into a smile and even though she knew it was one of his fake smiles, she couldn’t stop her heart from fluttering. Nothing was perfect, but Axel was the definition of perfect. He had it all, and he had one of the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. “The rule of this game is you’ll say the truth, even if it hurts.” He said.

With every step, my bravado took a nosedive. By the time he stood in front of me, I was no longer a dragon. I was a squeaky little field mouse. I swallowed. He had a Villian aura. You feel it even if it's invisible. It wasn’t fair. No wonder people ran from him. Then, just to prove he was the devil, he reached out and twirled a lock of my hair around his finger. A lazy, devious smile planted at his lips. "If I were really a perv," he said low and slow, "you think all I’d do is drop you off in a kiddie park, pest?"

"What?" "I... I think you've misunderstood me... I'm not..." His hand grips my thigh harder and I flinch. "Don't play games with me..." He reaches into his pocket and brings out more wads of cash and drops them on the table and he smirks at me. "Satisfied?" His hand reaches up to stroke my hair "Now you have to do a lot more than suck my cock... Let's start with taking those clothes off." He reaches for me and every instinct inside me starts screaming! I shove his hand away and his expression darkens again. "What the fuck is your problem?"

The first image was simple—yet deeply telling. Hailey Davidson. She stood under the bright sun, her long brown hair falling over her shoulders in gentle waves. Dressed in casual college attire, a sling bag on her shoulder, her face lit up with a radiant, unbothered smile. Innocent. Unaware. A painful contrast to the world that now chased her. “She’s Hailey Davidson,” Liam began, “Aiken Lynn’s illegitimate daughter. Her birth record traces back to eighteen years ago. Her mother’s name is listed as Lysa Davidson, but… beyond that, there’s no accessible record. She’s lived quietly, under the radar.”

Even in his wolf form, his presence was scary, sleek fur, sharp golden eyes, and an aura of dominance that made every nerve in my body scream danger. This was the Devil Alpha. His pack was known for ruthlessly eliminating impure wolves like me. He saw me. I froze, my breath caught in my throat as his gaze pinned me in place. Slowly, he began to shift. Bones cracked, fur receded, and within moments, there stood Arthur in his human form. His chiseled frame gleamed under the moonlight, his expression unreadable but his eyes…those piercing eyes…held a power… unmistakably hatred, that made me shrink back.

Amber said. “Did Hunter fuck another bitch without protection again.” Someone said as they descended from the staircase at the side. I know that voice. He came down the stairs, his hair looking all messy like he just woke up, a good type of messy, it screams effortlessly handsome. He had no top on just a slightly baggy trousers. He ran his fingers through his hair, squinted and looked at me. “Oh it is just the weird bitch from the test. Hi I’m Delvin and I am wondering when the fuck would you be leaving.” Delvin as in the super hot guy from the test said.

With a sharp move of my fingers, I flung disillusion magic across the platform. The spell struck before the Queen could react. For one suspended second, nothing happened. Then her perfect white hair warped, collapsed, and turned. Brownish-black strands spilled into view, dull and uneven, the roots unevenly tinted, the texture rough and poorly maintained—hair that had been forced into deception for far too long. The hall exploded for the umpteenth time. People physically recoiled, feet scraping loudly against the marble as they backed away from the platform—as if the deception itself might leap at them.

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.