Devilish Heart Novels & Stories

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

Ruthless Billionaire’s Little Sparrow Part 61-1 PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND FOLLOW ME Author’s POV Few hours back He was a heartless demon, drowned in evilness and darkness, feeding on fear to give sick pleasure to his psychotic neurons with drenching into blood.

This is just him, letting his lust out. And I feel like a dirty woman. I know, I shouldn't feel this way. But if I stay here any longer, I might end up falling for him again . And that's what scares me, I don't want to get to that point. He is ruthless and a devil. And I know that whatever I feel for him will never be recuperate. And I'm being sold to a Heartless devil. And that devil is Hace Alejandro Mondeñego.

"Love, happiness, life, love of ages and solace within him, this is what he had given me." "This is something you won't understand. You don't understand love. A heart full of envy, an evil heart would never understand this term. It's heavenly and beyond the understanding of filthy souls like you, I feel pity for souls like you." I said looking directly into his evil eyes, listening to all this the devil within him felt challenged and he pushed me making me fall on the bed. "You don't know me, you don't have an idea what you are messing up with," he said leaning closer, while his warning was vibrating in my ear drums.

Because the only thing that could calm him— the only thing that matched his flames— the only thing whose touch could ground him— was the one person whose existence should be impossible. Adelaide. Her fire had awakened. And so had something inside him. Something ancient. Something bound. Something that should have stayed dead. A forgotten verse of prophecy, written in a dead Queen’s blood, now beating in tandem with his own corrupted heart. And now Hell itself trembled— because the Devil could no longer control what he had become. Far above the throne room, wards flickered, gates groaned on their hinges, and in the distant Emberborn refuge, marks burned brighter, every watcher turning their g

She moaned in a soft whisper when his tongue trailed over her navel in circles and moved further down, she couldn’t help arch her body and pull her knee up "Ouch!," she lifted her head to look at the man who gazed back at her from between her legs "You really have a small memory, forgot what I told you last time already?," His tongue continued to assault her skin just above her mons pubis, but his deep grey eyes continued to penetrate into her confused eyes.. Not just her body but even her soul shuddered in pleasure that rippled through her What is it you seek from me dear Devil? My skin, my flesh or my heart? All Hearts!!

’ Kathy's words ring in my ears. “Shut up,” I say. My tone comes out half commanding, half pleading. *‘You think you can escape? You can never run away from here.’* “Shut up. You don't know anything.” I press my hands tight to my ears. Like it could stop the Devil. *‘Yes I do. Little killer.’* “Stop it.” I yell. I close my eyes, my head spinning. I hate this. Hate this feeling. Hate that I can't stop it.

“I am just a worker whose job is to appease men.” Dante's face hardened. “I know a lie when I hear one.” he said as he caught my hands before I could undo one of his buttons. I flinched and stared at him. “What is your name?” “Emily.” I blurted out. “You are not like the rest.” he told me as he ran his fingers through my hair. “And what are the rest?.” I dared to ask. Dante smirked. An evil one. “Fearful. They possessed fear. You don't.”

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

“Don’t measure my heart with human emotions.” Hearing this answer, Arista fell silent for a moment. She pursed her lips but didn’t know how to respond. Arista quietly reflected again, also feeling that she might be ill, unexpectedly associating the term “big devil” with beautiful words like “love”... There must be something wrong with her mind. Wasn’t it more fitting for Alpha Levi to be described with words full of wickedness like cruel, sinister and bloodthirsty? Arista remained silent, and around them, the wind howled.