Devon From Turning Red Novels & Stories

The flames of the fallen lantern get extinguished when it comes in contact with spread milk, and the area around the princess turns dark. Tears leaked from her eyes as an immense pain erupts in her chest. The Devil’s Redemption in her hands was quickly soaking the blood oozing from her fingers. But it wasn’t the pain or blood that became the reason for her distress. It was the wallow of her father’s horse, which rang in front of the gateways of the fort, in the dark of a rainy night. Have they arrived before time, or was it too late?

She found it tucked on the bottom shelf of his desk drawer, almost as if he’d hoped she’d never notice. The blood-red ribbon was still perfectly tied. Her fingers shook as she pulled the lid off. Inside lay the most provocative set of red lingerie she’d ever seen. Sheer lace that would hide nothing, delicate garters, a babydoll top so thin it looked like it would dissolve under touch. A small black card rested on top. He always preferred me in red. Wear it well, Mrs. Rossi. — Valentina

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

Terrified. This man is crazy and he finds out my darkest secret too easily. I'm nowhere safe around him. He stops right in-front of me, his tall body hovering over mine. I cringe at the smell of blood and death. A scent he carries with pride. Lifting my gaze to his, I instantly regret as I see the anger swimming in his magical pools of gold and emerald. It was beautiful, dangerous and terrifying as I stared into those eyes. Lost in the soul of a demon.

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

She pointed at my neck and my eyes widened. I rushed to look at my reflection in the mirror and there was a huge spot on my neck. It wasn't blue or anything. But the redness of it was showing how recent it is. Fuck my Dracula husband! Embarrassment kissed my cheeks and I laughed awkwardly. "Please help me with this." I said to the makeup artist and she immediately took care of it for me. "What the hell!" Realisation sank in, "I walk in front of all the cameras looking like this?" I groaned and threw my head in my palms.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Her voice faltered as she blinked. "My fault!" He whispered, wiping her tears. "it okay, stop crying" he dropped, his voice soft and calm as she gasped in disbelief... ★ QUARTERS* Tatiana raced into her room locking the door behind her, she was still trying to process what earlier happened but she can't believe it. He stylishly apologized to her! What the F*ck. Does a devil apologize? She can't believe this! Tatiana inhaled and exhaled slowly.

My eyes were beginning to blur away replacing my vision with nothing but redness, all the surroundings, Ralph, the light all disappeared replacing my sight with the color red. " What the hell! You're a demon!" I turned deaf ears to him while my body began to be in this sudden ignition mode. I felt myself lifting off the floor and my body moving in swift motions as if prepared for destruction. My ears itch badly as it badly ache me as if a sword was being pierced in my ears and at the same time on fire. " Shit! Drive the car, hurry!"

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.