Devilish Queen Novels & Stories

TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO ALPHA KING CHECKMATE THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL See Yah there!

, he questioned. "I am The Pink Devil. Before you ask, which I know you always do, let me explain who I am to you. I am the glamorous dark queen from hell that punishes worthless men. I named myself The Pink Devil because one of the negative stereotypes for women is that they love the color pink. People consider the color pink as sweet, weak, gay, and useless. I hate how people use the color pink to dehumanize women as weak and useless beings. So I became The Pink Devil to show that women can be mean and have dominance. Plus The Devil could break all the rules and live how it pleases. Also I did not dress up sexy to please you, I did it to make myself look and feel good.", she explained. "Wh

"My mother... she wasn't a servant?" ​"She was a queen of the old blood," Devon rasped, his voice dropping as the nursery door began to glow with a sickly, putrid violet light. "That’s why you survived the curse. That’s why Silas—" ​He was cut off by a sound that vibrated in their very marrow. ​CRACK. ​The heavy doors vanished in a blinding flash of violet-tinted dark fire. The shockwave lifted Devon from the floor and slammed him into the far masonry with a sickening thud, leaving him slumped and motionless in a pool of blood.

She walked straight to Devi, her grumpy face a mask of pure, unadulterated spite. She reached out and took his glass, or what was left of it, and set it on the tray of a passing waiter. Then, she leaned in, her lips inches from his ear. "If I'm the Queen," she whispered, her voice a lethal, mean purr, "then I'm the one who decides who lives and who dies. And I've decided that the first head on the chopping block is yours." Devi's hand slammed onto her waist, pulling her flush against him in front of everyone. His obsessive grip was a brand. "I've been waiting for you to try, baby. But remember... a Queen is nothing without her King."

With his arms now free, the young man directs his hands to the third beauty still 'sleeping' at his chest, more precisely to her buttocks, grabbing each of her buttcheeks and squishing the supple meat in his hands. "Hmmmm…" Letting a throaty moan, the third beauty opens her eyes and looks up to the young man's face. Her deep purple eyes, that were slowly changing to pink color, expressed just one feeling at that moment, hunger. And not the one for food. Those eyes, combined with her long black hair that was arranged in twin tails, and the bountiful E-cup breasts pressed against the young man's chest, gave her a very devilish beauty. Her name, Serafall Sitri Leviathan, the only female member

An evil so black and malicious, holds my eyes corruptively, frightening my very soul as her wicked lips twitch and part to expel her ominous contempt. ‘Let’s pour more light on it, shall we?’ She begins to lean in, making me squirm to get away. I try to call out to Zorien many times but it seems he’s unable to see, feel, or hear me at all. In my panicking fit, the female Demon who I presume to be the Queen Mother I’ve heard so much about from the pointy tips of a crown I see atop her hair, touches my chin and bears her malignant smile right against my face.

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he

Viola. Graceful. Calm. The Queen Mother beside her. Strong. Unshaken. And then Him. Idra. Standing near the center. His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous That tells me This night Is not going to end well.

“I almost did.” “Please, Leon. She was just messing with you. Concubae are selfish, cruel, bitches. She was using your attraction to her to distract you. And it worked.” Another man spat angrily. I grinned. Sounded like my type of woman. Over the last couple months, I’d heard bits and pieces about the demon queen. All the incubi who trekked through the forest did was complain about how she’d stolen their king and made him weak. Turned him against them. Part of me wished I could’ve met this queen, but she’d died fighting. Like a true warrior.

He came like a storm and shook her spirt to its core. Victor Amuso, a man with a heart of rock, a living devil with a face of angel, he is an evil in the clothes of God. He has no morals and the only thing that matters for him is success and vengeance. She knows dealing with him can be signing off herself to her death but she was ready to put everything on stake.