Devils Cheerleader Novels & Stories

I asked. Max shrugged. “How the hell should I know?” I was surprised by his snappy tone. Before I could throw out a smart retort, a small uproar erupted in the party crowd. Looking out, I saw the Devils entering the party. They were all wearing black, their jackets, smoking, carrying their guns. They were led by Dexter who stood at the center of it, enjoying the attention on him. “Well, well, well, isn’t this something? Chadwick, how could you throw a party and not invite your old friend!” he said, addressing Mr. Chadwick.

Then, I helped him to his feet and led him out of the cafeteria. "I'm sorry," I apologized and he squinted at me. "I'm sorry for what I said to you earlier," I added. He smiled nervously. "It's okay. It's not everyday the cheerleader actually comes to my aid. Thank you," he uttered, wiping his face with a tissue. "What happened to your leg?" I asked as he limped forward. "That's another story for another day, I guess," he shrugged. "Oh, right." "See you later, Devon," he said, a smile playing on his lips. The sight of his dimples hit me hard, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Since , the devil wasn't off hour , it completely persuaded me to do check out Jacob's social media and as soon as I opened his account , the latest picture had my stomach to twist and drop while my face curled in distaste . It was one of the cheerleading girl in the varsity squad , her arm was clasped around his waist while the other was up in the air with her pom pom clutched in it , his number was painted on her cheek and her top - God , I had never seen such a band aid like top ever in my life and she was leaning closer to his cheek with her lips pouted in a mid air kiss like pose . And the caption read " It's never to late to taste the sweetness of victory ~ Best practice ever with the

She gave him the middle finger and went about her duties. Spike didn’t come to the clubhouse to check out 'Asses' especially the white 'Chic's' in short that flaunted their bodies here and there. He was here to carry out a mission. “Where the fuck is Khalil?” He hissed, muttering underneath his breath. His impatience grew as the clock ticked but spike knew that he had to be patient, very. His face contorted to that of disgust as he took sight of the figure ahead of him. “Bastard." He hissed.

Maybe, once Yin starts cultivating this porky midget's body, she could then recruit a few interesting fellows and start recreating a smaller scale version of the most devilish sect that flourished back in the Realm of Celestial Deities. The taboo of taboos! The nightmare of hundred thousands of realms! A cause of torment that even Time could not reverse! Her awesome devilish sect was a cursed existence that treated all mortals and immortals as equals, one that left even the most terrifying, hideous and unwilling deities and devils bitter, helpless and weak. Yin had singlehandedly created it, and it was her proudest masterpiece. The Church of… Love! Yes, love! In this world, in order to relie

she cheered loudly from the front seat in the audience. Jackson sent a flying kiss in her direction and all the girls shrieked behind. The two teams stood face to face with each other. The captain of the opponent team nodded at Joshua in greeting. At that moment, under the gaze of the entire school, Liam walked onto the basketball court with Kris behind him and stopped in the center of the court. A hush fell over the audience as they watched the two teenagers walk in. The cheerleaders were the first ones to snap back to themselves, and they began chanting. “Go Bradford! Go Bradford!”

Most of the tables were already occupied by rich looking kids some of them typing away at their iPhones, others picking at their food or probably talking about whose Dad was richer or who bought the latest limited edition shoes. Leigh couldn’t stop herself from scoffing. In her opinion, they were highest circle of delinquents. She spotted the cheerleaders pretty fast given their uniform blonde hair -- yes, all of them had dyed their hair a shocking blonde-- and super tight crop top over jeans. Leigh wondered how anyone could breathe over something that tight, confining and damaging to the ribcage. She was still stewing over the damages of super tight tops to the ribs when she noticed one of

my finger goes under his chin, forcing his eyes to connect with my heated ones. "Well, are you saying you are not?" He challenges me, humor dancing in his dark eyes, and it gets me a little relieved. I hate it when he's all moody and you know, unaccommodating. "Okay, maybe I am." "It's not a maybe, Addie," he grins, "You are a certified troublemaker. You and trouble are like conjoined twins." "Okay, enough," I playfully slap his chest, shivering a bit when his palm rests on the skin that peeks out of the open slit in my leather skirt, the heat his touch brings quickly sending jolts of electricity through me.

Resolve replaced hesitation. Lucian straightened, both hands flat against the table, his shadow stretching long across the maps and names. “Prepare the men. Arm them. Train them like the devil himself is coming for them. In three nights, we hit Darius. No survivors. No mercy.” One by one, the lieutenants rose. Chairs scraped against the floor, boots pounded toward the door. They left with determination carved into their faces, carrying orders that would change the underworld forever. When the last door closed, silence fell heavy. Only the rain remained, striking against the glass like a warning drum.

I opened my mouth to say that she was fired, and therefore, not allowed to come along, but I caught sight of some cheerleaders in shining cheerleading outfits and bubbling spirit. “What is this?” I asked instead. “Your good luck charm, Chase. I hired them just for this purpose, and they are going to be making sure that the world pays more attention to you while you play,” Carmen responded. My shoulders sagged in defeat.