Devilish Synonym นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she said and cursed herself that she was blushing yet again. “What things have you read, angel?” he asked, looking very amused. “I know there are people that enjoy treating their sexual partner like a pet. Leashes, collars, cages, pet bowls,” she told him, trying to be brave enough to meet his eyes, but failing and instead looking down. “I’m not interested in you being my literal pet, angel. I just want you at my beck and call. You need to respect me. My word is the law. Surrender your body to me and give up all other things in your life for three years.”

But then again, you can't rush a perfect opportunity to destroy someone who made it their life mission to destroy you. Despite her fear, Portia bared her teeth at me, the hatred I was so familiar with finally returning to her dull eyes. If she was anyone else I would have admired her pour attempt to threten me, but with her it was simply amusing. "I always knew the devil possessed you. May you rot in hell for your sinister acts, you vile creature." She hissed, spit flying from her lips like a rabid dog. "Oh, you have it all wrong, mother dearest. The devil never possessed me. I simply let the him fuck me instead. And it will be you who will be rotting in hell for your sinister acts."

The man was a Fallen Devil! A Fallen Devil was a Cultivator who had been infected by Devil Qi, or had strayed into the Devil's Practice for some reason. He would possess the strengths of both an Immortal and a Devil.

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

It sounded too fierce. "Actually, in addition to Chu the Devil, he is also called Chu the Deceiver and Chu the Ruthless," Flaming Qilin said, "you probably don't know it because you live in seclusion here. Chu the Devil is actually very famous in the outside world. It can be said that everyone has heard of him. If First Presbyter had been living in the outside world, when he knows that he has offended Chu the Devil, there would be only two options for him. Do you know what they are?"

With him being a DEVIL? . . . TBC

Because it just dawned on me that this is not my innocent Catalina. Maybe at one point, she was the woman I'd imagined her to be but not anymore. For someone to be so at ease with a dead body beneath them means this isn't their first, second, or even third time to kill. She's done it before. A part of her even enjoys doing it. This is who she is. She's the she-devil.

“Because I decide when you get to fall apart… and today, you don’t.” She sank back against the seat, sulking in silence, the sharp ache between her thighs making her bite her lip. In that moment, the thought that had haunted her since meeting him: Is Lucian worse than the devil? vanished entirely. Because now she knew the truth. The devil might tempt. But Lucian Devlin denied. ---- Serena POV

“He murders your family, screws up your life, and you sit here about to cry over him.” “I’m not crying,” I said. My voice sounded thin even to me. He slammed his bottle down. The glass rattled against the wood. “You need to wake up, Tamara. He’s not some tragic lover you get to save. He’s a killer. He’s poison. If he dies, the world’s better off.”

I felt the air get sucked out of the room. "He is a silent devil in human form," Lena continued. "Dangerous beyond belief. You've barely scratched the surface of who he is, Selene." She looked down at me, her face unreadable. "You might think I’m cruel. But he? He’s cruelty wrapped in charm and dressed in a thousand-dollar suit. He doesn’t do mercy. He doesn’t do forgiveness. And yet... here you are. Still breathing. Still untouched." I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or terrified.