Devils Cheerleader Novels & Stories

“Right now. Find out who sent it, where it came from, and how fast it moved.” He exhales. “You think it’s her?” “I think,” I say, my tone colder than it’s ever been, “it’s time to stop thinking and start knowing.” "We can't keep receiving messages everyday from a ghost, who is good at playing mind games. I'm Adrian morrite and we don't play games we create them. After saying that I hung up, I stand by the window, watching the smoke from the chimneys curl into the night sky. The fire, the wire, the lies, they all blur together now.

I tried to tell her but it was too late as the devil pulled her hair and said with gritted teeth, "Do you have any idea whose baby you had aborted huh?" The woman hissed in pain, she seemed confused and tried to talk with the devil and make him understand what she did was necessary to save me and the relation between him and me, she was trying to convince him because they both are in human form and she was treating them like humans but soon she will be going to see the real self of them. The devil laughed listening to her wise advice with a long explanation, he then looked at his friend, "Make her suffer." He said and then threw her at the foot of his friend.

Staring up at the adults who seemed to blink at him in confusion. The mother was dressed to the nines, her long and dark hair running down in loose curls that made her look like an ancient queen rather than someone in real life. Damon was sure if Amelia was here, she’d lose her mind, begging to know her secrets. He straightened his shoulders when that same ethereal woman kneeled down to his height, her mouth leveling a smile. “Oh my, you look like an angel.” Damon blinked. “An angel?” He unintentionally parroted, his pale fingers coming up to pinch his snow colored hair.

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

The more I thought about it, the more I had a nagging feeling but I toned it down. Inferno’s new location was even better than the last. Curtis was going all out to bring his business back on track. If the crowded dance floor was any indication, his effort was paying off. It almost felt like a costume beauty pageant—the bartenders were all dressed up in black costumes while the girls wore identical red and black bunny costumes. Tonight’s theme was The Devil’s Den. It certainly did look like the devil’s den. An alluring dancer with the most luscious curves I had ever seen sashayed up to me. “Do you want a drink, beautiful?”

If I want to have a baby, I can have it with anyone, not her; the child born to her is not known as a ghost or a demon. I shivered at Vincent's callous words; I stared at him in fear without blinking. "Is that the word of a human?" Vincent smirked, his whole body covered in ice. "You always call me the devil, don't you?" I turned my head and saw Aboli with his eyes closed, his whole body drooping like a lamp that had run out of oil. My mind went blank, I didn't even think about it, so I rushed to bite Vincent's toned arm hard. Not only did I bite, but I also tried to chew it like it was my food.

The Devils' Return. The Untold Story. In one of Taylor’s glorious returns after months away from Charlie, he took her repeatedly. Charlie’s Inner Devils? They lost it. They orgasmed so hard, so many times, they got spiritually drunk. They floated up to heaven. Shockingly. Despite being devils. Cause of death: Orgasm-induced spiritual drifting. The heavens, confused but sympathetic, gave them another shot at life. An angel appeared in a blinding light. Angel: ‘You have a new mission—a new host.’

Very different from him, who is actually a player and CEO of a large company in America. That's right, a Deny is a chameleon who can transform into anything. With that trait, who would think he was a jerk? Small chance. "Regi who's..." Jenny's words she could not finish when she saw who the person suddenly came. She was shocked, of course. "Mr Gerand and Mr Deny," said the woman, smiling uncomfortably. It feels very strange when I say that. "You want to take a shower, oh yes please," added Jenny again.

On the stage, two strippers are pole dancing - One's dressed in pink lingerie with 5-inch pencil heels as her black jet hair is tied in a high ponytail while the other is wearing just a transparent thong and black duct tape covering her nipples. When we reached the VIP section I was caught off guard when someone wrapped their arms around my body and embraced me into a tight warm hug. "Bitch!" The person squeals. Immediately I know who it is. "Birthday girl!" I say, wrapping my arms around her waist. Seconds later Katina pulls back from the hug and locks our fingers together.

Shawn quirked a brow before hearing the clicking of heels behind him. The cheerleader plopped next to him with an intentional flick of her long black ponytail, dark blue eyes, and a forced smirk. "Hey. I'm Kayley!" "Shawn," he replied with a thin grin, Kayley grinned even wider. "So me and my gal pals thought to ourselves and we were like; 'oh my god, you look soo cute.' And cute guys have an all-access pass to sit with the Queenz. And not to be annoyed by this—drenched out, ginger ale broad." She said with a bouncy high voice, but hiding a venomous tongue, like all cheerleaders.