Devils Rose Novels & Stories

she whispered, her breath cold against my skin, “you belong to him.” A shiver crawled down my spine. She didn’t let me pull away. “The Devil is one of a kind,” she whispered. “Do you understand what that means?” I shook my head once. Barely. She pressed a kiss to my cheek, soft and dry. “It means remember yourself,” she said, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes again. “So you don’t drown in him.” The words hit like a prophecy.

Demonica asks. “Well, long ago there is this girl from the normal world who helped your mother Valeriana to fight my followers, her name is Rose. She is strong, meek and brave but so soft. The goddess of Evetora loves them as much and even blessed them with some gifts.” The scary voice said making me look at Demonica then to the place. “So, you are defeated by such persons?” I ask with sarcasm making Demonica look at me with scary glare but when she turns to look at me I see a different face of a scary woman.

Cassian’s hands gripped her ass, spreading her as he watched himself disappear inside her again and again. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he groaned. Sera reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while bouncing on him. When she came, her walls fluttered around his cock, triggering his own powerful release. They cleaned up, dressed in power suits, and prepared for war. But something fundamental had shifted between them in the night. The devil was no longer just kneeling. He was beginning to worship.

"But I am wishing that they will." "That would be one hell of a miracle if it happened," the devil commented. "He’s a demon who swore to hate love, you see." "I know," she said, nodding. "But you forgot who Rhian is. She’s a bad bitch that everyone can’t handle." "Just like you?" "Yeah," she cheekily grinned. "Zin, let’s go home; I hate this weird atmosphere."

There was no telling who he has told by now, she thought, wait, eleven years ago we were in… “Devil’s Lake. That’s why you were in such a hurry to leave that day, wasn’t it?” “Yes. When I went out into the woods, I ran into him. I saved him from a mountain lion.” As she spoke, she hung her head. “I’m so sorry, but I couldn’t let him die.”

The devil stood there still in the human form, wearing a tuxedo. He looked so handsome and charming that a genuine smile automatically appeared on my lips looking at him. He smiled back as he walked to me. “It’s been a long time, I have worn a suit.”He said, looking nervous while scratching his neck. “You look too handsome,” I said as I fixed the bow at his neck. “Ella,” The devil held my hand that was fixing his bow and then he kissed it with love. “If there is anything bothering you, please tell me.”His words seem like a plea that I don’t understand at all.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

“Excuse me! You seem to be misunderstanding. My curse is an expression of pain from your harassment, Mr. Cain. So, don’t flatter yourself!” “Those words don’t seem to match with your obvious reaction.” Cain smirks derisively at her excuse to maintain her foolish pride. Then, pulls away, dusting off his jacket as though Rose is dirty. Never in her eighteen years of life, has Rosie faced such humiliation. She can’t stand the man any longer thus, proceed to walk away. Cain knit his eyebrows at the angry girl who has disturbed his peace and just scoots away as she likes. “Hey…wait!”

The limo door opened into a blur of light, music, and masked faces. Ayla stepped out onto the cobbled drive of the Serrano estate, her heels clicking softly against stone polished to a mirror finish. Above her, chandeliers flickered beneath a vast glass dome, casting broken stars across the arriving guests. Everything reeked of power and decadence. Her mask — crafted in deep black velvet, lined with silver embroidery — clung to her face like second skin. Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.”

Now, they were all he had. Rose didn’t know about this trip, and Devon intended to keep it that way. She’d try to stop him. She’d remind him of the danger, the risk, the fact that he was walking straight into the hands of a man who’d already proven he could break people without hesitation. But Rose wasn’t the one hearing Annabelle’s screams in his head, wasn’t the one imagining Camille’s terrified face. He couldn’t just wait. He wouldn’t.