Devils Cheerleader Novels & Stories

“Is the one with the Spanish accent the leader?” “No. He was the one in charge of me. There were others too. They were all in charge of different girls and a man with bald hair and a crappy sense of dressing. They reported to him but he was not the leader. He reports to someone else. I don't know who.” “There were other girls?” “Yes. Cassandra, the blonde Russian girl. Mildred, probably African American and some others. They were prepping us for something.” “Prepping for something? Know what that is?”

I didn't expect him to say that at all. "How?" My voice suddenly became small. Valentin smiled deviously and I knew immediately that I had entered a tiny pickle. "You will dance for me, my personal dancer." He said, his deep voice lingering with amusement and and bit of anticipation. "Your mate and your dancer?" I asked and scoffed shaking my head in disbelief. "It's like dancing for the devil." "Whatever you say noisemaker," Valentin chuckled deeply. His chuckle made my heart skip several beats and I almost winced in pain.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Swearing and calling us devils, just makes me smile. “We’re devils, so you should be aware, that devils never stop. Never quit, and don’t burn in the inferno we just walk through it, now speak.” My words taunt him and he nods, he looks like he might puke, or pass out, either isn’t good. “They are using Daisy.” “We know that already!” Calix’s anger grows and the knife swings removing another finger. Ryan screams again, trying to break free, it’s a useless attempt to escape, my restraints aren’t toys.

The Devils are a band of four extremely rowdy boys in their early twenties who are gaining popularity among youngsters with their heinous songs and concerts which they host mostly at cheap bars. Cheap as in they are filled with morons who go after anything with a pair of boobs. There's no way I am letting her go. "No," I state and the smile on Rose's face falls. "No? You're denying me my right to have some fun after all the work I have done for you?" "Managing my legal transactions is a job you get paid for. Not to mention, you always want your salary in advance." Her lips part and her eyes narrow at my comment.

Billy smiled and laid back on the gymnasium bleacher as Becky Kennedy, captain of the girls cheerleading squad sucked on his cock. He moaned softly and reached down, running his fingers through her lush brown hair as her full red lips moved up and down his hard shaft. Becky was dressed in her cheerleading costume, a tiny flared skirt and tight yellow top with the school logo on. He could feel her big breasts brushing his thighs as her head bobbed over his lap, moving faster and deeper with each long suck she took.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

“Shame? Why should we feel ashamed? You’re the one walking around at this hour like it’s the middle of the day. Who do you think you are?” “Leave it,” she said sharply, her voice trembling with fury. The teenager smirked, his grip on the dupatta tightening. “Oh, come on, don’t be so rude. We’re just having some fun.” The other two laughed, one of them taking a step closer. “Don’t worry, madam. We’ll take good care of you tonight.” Without thinking, Hema’s palm connected with his cheek in a sharp, resounding slap. The sound cut through the night like a whip, silencing the laughter instantly.

She reeked of alcohol. "Your mother said you call drinking like giving your soul to the devil, yet here you are all wet with alcohol smelling like you bathed in alcohol. "Oh, I have already sold my soul and body to the devil. Why can't I enjoy life now that I'm officially in hell?" She giggled and I groaned before opening the car's door.

My eyes stared out into the bright afternoon sunlight, watching with a racing mind as Stone walked calmly down the porch steps to meet the rival club. The new President of the Devils was a very tall, heavily scarred man with a dark, ugly tattoo of a bleeding devil stretching all the way across his thick neck. He sat casually on the leather seat of his custom chopper bike right at the very front of their tight riding formation, surrounded by ten of his enforcers. He looked absolutely furious, his eyes scanning our compound with a deep, burning hatred.