Devils Goddess Leaks Novels & Stories

I mean, what do you say to that? “My thoughts exactly,” Xander says in response to the looks of absolute shock on our faces. Charlie is the first to break out of her stupor. “I think you should start from the beginning, Dev.” And Devin proceeds to tell us the most incredible story of his meeting with the Goddess last night. Of our mate trios and of the war to come. Of his female mate’s abduction and beating and the Goddess’s promise to heal Xander’s mom. And of her orders concerning Devin and Brandon.

she asked in a whisper. "Everyone calls me the devil but when you do..." Black tears streamed down from Elliot's eyes. It was sudden and completely unexpected. Liam was in shock. The last time a devil cried was when Lucifer shed tears when he was thrown down from heaven and swore to make everyone come to his side. Liam took steps back, his hands shaking. "...I consider dropping my devil crown." The barrier disappeared and Lexa's ten minutes was complete. Lexa's angelic glow was still on her and when Elliot saw this, he dropped to the floor. The devil never cried unless he has truly felt something in all his life that deeply hurt him.

WARNING****This chapter contains scenes of an extremely violent sexual assault that can be triggering to some. They continued the 8-hour journey to the hideout in silence. Meanwhile, Sonya woke up in a dark room with what she assumed was a dirt floor around her. She was naked with shackles around her wrists. They were burning her skin so she assumed they were made out of silver. Sonya started trying to look around and realized that this was the vision that the goddess had shown her. She began to panic and just as she tried to sit up the door opened and the light turned on.

“Caden, we’re in. Where are you?” “Big office at the back—two assistants out front. Only one with an assistant.” “Are you two okay?” he asked. He sounded worried. “Just get here.” I cut the link. Devon stepped closer. “Baylee—protect your clothes,” I linked. A soft purple haze shimmered around her as I lit my palm with fire. Devon froze. “What is she doing?” I smirked. Baylee exhaled. A banshee’s scream burst from her body—shattering glass, igniting Devon’s body in a flash of hellfire. He didn’t even get the chance to scream before he was ash.

The realisation that my freedom is gone hits me like a ton of bricks. As Greg takes hold of my hand, he lifts my veil and presses a kiss to my forehead. I fight back the instinct to recoil, my stomach turning inside out. The feeling of being violated repeatedly takes over, and I fear I may not be able to hold it in much longer. As if from nowhere, gleaming shoes appear before me. Saint clasps my hand and guides me with a gentle arm around his as we approach the priest. But inside, I am falling apart. "Today, we come together to witness the holy bond between Saint Dé Leon and Irena Rabia Nowak," the priest announces.

He asked, seethed. The woman nodded with difficulty, she tried to open her mouth but except for air, nothing came. The devil smirked at me, "This is what happens Ella when someone hurts me deeply," He said staring into my eyes and then inserted his hand inside her pu**y, as she opened her eyes wide startled by his actions. She shouted in pain and fear but it was too late as the devil pulled her womb out of her body with cruelty. BOOM

he said with a note of finality. 'One time is enough to make you all mine for entity' The devil inclined his head in response, but he didn’t verbally answer. He snapped his fingers again, and Win jeans and button-down disappeared, only to be replaced with a semi-sheer bit of fabric that was artfully draped around his hips and chest. “Wow,” Win said, thoroughly unimpressed. “You really are into this. You are really kinky Adom, seriously” "I am my angel, don't you know we devil's are kinky when it's come to sex" Adom answer him with chuck and Win roll his eyes.

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.

He had helped end three lives and left the damage to spread years later. From the study she heard Sandro’s voice on another call, low and controlled. The hunt for the rest of the leaks was still going. The penthouse stayed locked. The paranoia had nowhere to go but deeper. Elena lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. The night outside kept moving. Inside, the ship was leaking from more places than anyone had counted, and the water was rising.

Poison? God... this entire plan is so stupid! I probably look ridiculous sitting here alone like some desperate hooker from a cheap movie scene. My cheeks burn as I glance down at myself... The dress definitely isn’t helping! It’s black, tiny and sinful... The neckline plunges low enough to expose an alarming amount of cleavage while the hem barely brushes the tops of my thighs. Thin straps cling to my shoulders and the tight material hugs every curve of my body like a second skin...