Devils Sister Mga Nobela at Kwento

But having stayed months in his torture room, she knew that this was the last place that she would ever wish for her enemies to end up, because Donovan would make you beg for death, but it wouldn't come so easily. She had no idea what her sister had done to cross parts with this devil, and left her to be the scapegoat while she was nowhere to be found. Telling the truth got her nowhere close to her freedom, in as much as she tried to make him believe that she was Valerie Blackfield and not Vanessa Blackfield, her elder sister. Valerie had come to live with the fact that this devil was obsessed with her, he loved and took immense pleasure in watching her suffer, and begged for help from where

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

she said. “Desire, you don't understand; Dad gave his life for that company. I'm not done with them, Des, not done at all.” I shook her hand off me. “Devina, this has gotten out of hand. First, it was a simple mission; then it was an engagement, and now you are pregnant and you are about to pop. Is this a joke? And then you keep telling me you dont love him? I wasn’t born yesterday, Devina; you and I know how careful you are for these kinds of things,” my sister said.

He witnessed her watery gaze peering intensely into his. “I know the name of that bastard, who has planned this attack on both of you. I heard our fathers talking about it on a call last night,” hearing her, his teal-blue eyes engulfed with a malice for vengeance. The vengeance of giving his sister the justification she deserved, and he needed. “Who…?” He asked her. His presence darkened, forcing his pain to wear that essence of diabolic madness. “Arran Vezar,” and hearing that name from her mouth, his grip tightened around his sister's hand, while a tear of insanity rolled down from his eyes…. and at that moment…..the precarious devil inside him took its first breath. That devil……who was go

“Oh, Taylor is here. I’m going to have my O-therapy. You? Up to you! But if I were you, I’d listen to your little deviant thoughts. Bye! Love you, Sis!” Inner Devil: ‘She said “join him in the shower.” That’s a direct command from the sisterhood of sin. We have clearance.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Your sister is off to O-therapy. You? Still wrapped in a blanket of regrets.’ Inner Devil: ‘Stand up, Freya. Take your future into your own hands.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Shower sex: Because nothing says love like slipping, sliding, and questionable grip strength.’ Inner Devil: ‘Picture Titanic—except it’s not just a handprint. It’s your whole body fogging up the glass, your boobs smushed like pancakes, while Kenn

“So Silas was not only cheating on me with my sister and other top models, including the ones his company managed, but he was also into illegal dealings. Dylan, do you know who Silas is?” There were a few seconds of silence from both ends. “He is the devil himself,” I said angrily. How did I ever fall in love with a beast like Silas? I know that my stepsister wouldn't be any different from him. This will be their end. And that's my promise to them.

Damian said through clenched teeth, stepping forward as his fists tightened at his sides. Dominique chuckled darkly. “Or what, Damian? What will you do? She’s mine, not yours. She serves me, and she’ll pay for her disobedience. She’s The Devil’s Handmaiden, remember?” His voice was laced with pride and cruelty, and the challenge in his words was undeniable. The two brothers locked eyes, the tension between them thick and suffocating. Their rivalry, long-standing and bitter, now had a new catalyst, a woman caught in the crossfire of their dangerous world.

"I will miss you, friend. My sister." Fara chuckled, the sound ending in a wet cough. She was trying to crack one last joke. "Of course you will... who else is going to tolerate all your bullshit?" Devon let out a dry, broken laugh, his eyes shimmering with the tears he refused to let fall in front of his pack. "I will miss you, sister," he whispered, squeezing her hand in his.

"In my world, you're not." My knees wobbled. I'd almost lost balance. Yes. I worked for him now. Yes. My father is indebted to him. But he can't talk to me that way. "Selene Frost," he continued, before I could answer him, "the lady you were answering back, does not work for herself. She works for someone who has been watching this place for months, looking for a way in." His jaw tightened fractionally. "Tonight you gave him one." I stared at him. "I didn't do anything wrong"

"All this for that slimy dumpster? Have you lost it darling?" "Evelina is missing…" For the first time, my voice cracked. "I can't find her." Genevieve tilted her head. "Maybe she's finally gone for good." My grip tightened. "Don't you dare…" "Caleb!" Mother's voice cut through the room. "Let her go this minute." I looked at her. "Didn't you see what she did to Evelina?" Mother rolled her eyes. "And?" I stared at her. She took another sip from her glass.