Devon Debauchery Novels & Stories

I quickly looked down and shut my eyes in fear. All of a sudden, I felt a soft grip on my chin. Zachary slowly lifted my chin with his index finger. I looked at him in fear and nervousness but he smiled and stared at me softly. “You think I am a beast, don’t you? You have been told that we Devils are vicious scourges with no heart. We love to kill and find immense pleasure in others’ pain. We love to torture poor and innocent people. You’ll find it funny and hard to believe how can such barbarous demons fell in love with Angels against whom we only have a feeling of rancor. Isn’t it Moon Princess?“, he said, his voice was deep.

He asked with a creepy smile. Without waiting for her reply, he continued. “My ex-girlfriend loved gang-bang. So I threw her in the army to serve as a prostitute.” “On my 18th birthday, a woman drugged me and climbed on my bed naked.” He half laughed and looked straight into her eyes, shaking his head. “I didn’t do much. I have money, so I found an antidote. As for her…” He tilted his head to the side and smiled evilly. “I made her sleep with the dirtiest beggar in Kingstown.”

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

He pointed towards the ward down the hallway. Nikolai watched me, waiting for a reaction. I froze and tried to remember where the name came from. My mind went back to days before my wedding. The music at the club was loud. The DJ played with energetic vibes. The bartender mixed two different drinks and slid them towards us. My fingers tightened around the glass as I took a slow sip. Polina's phone vibrated on the table, the screen displayed “Babe.” She didn't hesitate to swipe right and walked toward the exit.

Subject line: “You Asked for the Devil” The file was massive. Raphael stood behind me, watching as I clicked open layer after layer. Lucian Damian Devlin. Born in Austria. Raised in Switzerland. Fluent in five languages. Educated in private institutions under aliases. Trained in weapons, finance, manipulation. Current occupation: CEO of Devlin Global Holdings. Unofficially: Heir and now head of the Devlin Cartel — a billion-dollar empire of drugs, trafficking, and global political influence. I scrolled, the blood draining from my face.

Russell informed me. My blood bubbled in my veins at the implication of what he was saying. "Doesn't sound all that discreet if everyone knows about it anyway." He guffawed. "Word of advice son." My jaw clenched tight together at him referring to me as son. The last person who had called me that was buried in a shallow grave somewhere on the outskirts of the city. I shook my head to erase the dark thoughts, focusing on the current conversation. "The flesh trade might be lucrative, but there's a reason greater men than you have steered clear of it." He said. "It has a way of ruining a person's soul, and I'm not even talking about the pretty merchandise. You_"

"Why did you attack Rebekah and Khol'an recently?" Devon lifted his bloodied face, flashing Vaelora a smile that ticked Draekon off. "Don't you fools get it?" he asked, too exhausted to scream. "I'm not saying a word until you all give me your word that I leave here a free man." "Why?" Draekon demanded. "So you can carry on with more evil? You think I'd let you walk freely after hurting Zayn and Rebekah? After almost killing your sister?!"

She squeezed her face. "How does it concerns me!?" "I only heard that she's Lucifer's property!" Vixen muttered. "Property!!!" ★ LUCIFER'S SUITE* Tatiana walked into the suite slowly, she had a tray in her hands but it was shaky as she entered the devil's suite. She couldn't really process what had happened to her life. She did it herself, now the devil is gonna ruin her more. The room was kinda dark as he had turned off the light already!

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.