Devils Rose Novels & Stories

The girl was shaking her clean body, and even Cheryl could tell her body was all trembling. "I got you, little whore." said Rose, approaching Cheryl. Cheryl closed her eyes, hoping for a miracle because Rose's grin was scary. "My little bitch here. Can't run anywhere." Cheryl just looked down. She heard that Rose was no longer her best friend but a female demon who was ready to destroy her life in the blink of an eye. "Hi, bitch!" Rose pulled Cheryl's long hair to make the girl complain in pain. "Face it bitch, pretend to be pretty."

Rosa seemed beyond redemption! After all the efforts to secure her release, she didn't offer a single word of gratitude. Instead, she berated them for not bringing food in advance. Devon scoffed and gestured with his hand, and a black, inconspicuous car parked nearby pulled up to them. Romelius and Rosa recognized it as Devon's exclusive car. As soon as the car came to a stop in front of Devon, he gently patted Romelius on the shoulder. "You can handle the rest on your own. I'm tired, so I'll be heading back first."

"No, Rose is in trouble. I have to save her from him." "First take a sit, then you could say whatever you want to. You are wounded." "Perry, I don't care if I am. I have to save Rose from a real life Demon." "What?!" "Perry, a life Demon attacked last night."

I need to get my revenge for her. Mother knew the truth. She had been the one to tell me that demons could not have children with anyone except their fated mate or a blood bride. I had accepted that. I had accepted that I would never have a child, never have a mate, never have the life that was meant for me. I had accepted that Rhea was gone.

The car door was opened, and Yara was dragged back inside. "Let go of me! What do you want from me?" yelled Yara, trying to rebel. Inside the mansion, a man was sitting on a black leather sofa. His eyes were cold. He was Damian Devatra, the man Yara had heard about on the news and through rumors—the ruler of a ruthless and unforgiving underground organization. You could say he was the King of the Mafia. "Sit down," Damian ordered simply. Yara gulped, feeling she had no choice. Hesitantly, she sat on the sofa in front of him.

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.

Beside him was Ty, half-transformed and unleashing all his rage on a couple of lust demons. "Don't tell me what to do," Rose grumbled at Jericho before tackling the demon nearest to her. It screeched in her ear and spurted black ink onto her face. But that didn’t delay her from pulling a knife from under her dress and driving it into the demon’s core. Before the creature could even process what happened to it, Rose was already hunting another one. "Oh, Rose!” a familiar voice called out to her and Rose twisted around, trying to find it.

The intoxicating fragrance seems to be emanated from the garden of flowers "Shook! Quick! Close your eyes! Don't look at the flowers, Run!!!" Audrey was reminded about a specific mystical plant described in their Plant Mysticism book. The description in the book, fits perfectly on what they are experiencing right now, The DEVIL SMILE FLOWER! It was actually a scary existence. It doesn't look harmful, but behind its harmless appearance hides its terrifying ability. The Devil Smile Flower is always in its bud form all year round. It will only bloom once it senses the presence of breath. Upon blooming, it will release a sweet scent but the most crucial detail is that, whoever saw the flower b

The number of attendee had been uncomfortably too many that he concluded it would be difficult narrowing down who the actual killer is, if they even attended the burial. Sebastian is now standing on the rear end of a field filled with tombstones which had names inscribed on them and some still had flowers on them. Flowers on a tomb stone mean one thing of two things. Either they have come to part ways or they still miss the lost one. The latter being the most common. Sebastian wonders how many flowers will be left lying under the scorching sun by the time the Browns walk out but that is not why he is here. That is not why he stands a distance away with red eyes watching Laurel talk about her

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.