Devoted Novel Novels & Stories

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

- I started the engine and made my way to the cafe which the devil mentioned . " I can't be weak ..No I'm not that weak .I should protect my son ..No matter what "- with a determination I went inside the cafe .. Immediately spotted the devil sitting like a queen .. I know how badly I want to smash her face ..but I can't .. because my son is with her . You all must be wondering who is my son right .? Well you will know soon . Don't worry . " Wow ...You actually came ..How dare you ..How dare you ..You actually married to him .? " - jasmine half yelled while gritting her teeth ..

Rachel said angrily, "What gave you the right to send him away? Did you even ask if he wanted this? You've always been so selfish, Elsie! You never think about other people’s feelings. "How can he adapt to the wild when he’s been living in comfort for so many years? Letting him go free in the wild is equivalent to murdering him!" The air was suddenly filled with dust swept up from the ground. Rachel, who was busy throwing a tantrum, swallowed a mouthful of it. Once everything in the air had settled, a giant python appeared in front of everyone. When it stood on its tail, it was as tall as two men. The python was shiny white, with silver circles imprinted all over its body. The patterns on it

I ask not knowing what they expect to do while Matteo's tutor is here. "Oh, whatever you like, sweetie; Matteo will only be gone a few hours." She stated this before hastily retreating around the corner, Matteo's little hand waving farewell to me. Well ok then... **** I'm currently sitting down in the sitting room reading one of my favourite books Pride and prejudice. I mean it's so beautifully written. A blanket was draped over my lap, and the fire in front of me kept me warm and comfortable as I read. The scent of burning wood from the fireplace soothed me into the leather chair. I smile when I read my favorite quote from the book. "You have bewitched me body and soul. And I -"

“How many?” “Four before this one.” “And nothing happened?” “Because I stayed home.” Her mouth opens, then closes. “So you knew the rule and still went to the party?” “I was tired of being locked up over something I had never seen happen.” “Dev, your mother spent seven years telling you not to kiss anybody during a blood moon.” “I know that now.” She presses both hands over her face. When she lowers them, she looks genuinely rattled. “How would you even know the curse worked?”

“Yes. But I'm not important right now. I can't believe I'm standing right in front of you. My favourite of your pieces is the girl who touched the sun. I consumed that piece every day of my life for an entire year. You're such an inspiration Olivia.” “Great, what are you doing here?” She dismissed my fan girl moment, obviously more focused on my presence here. I don't know what to say. Do I tell her I fell asleep? Or just think of a lie that wouldn't implicate the devil because he would just find a way to take it out on me. “I–” “She was on a date with Lev Oleg, but she has some mental issues so I'm sure she fell asleep on the table thinking it was her room,” Mr Devil with a whole lie said,

“Are you working on anything new?” “Yes.” The answer came easily this time with no hesitation. “I’d love to profile you sometime,” she said quickly. “Seriously. Your work feels rare right now, documentary photography with actual emotional texture instead of just aesthetics.” I stared at her for a second, then thought about Meridian. About refusing Drake’s connections because I wanted the work itself to matter first and suddenly here it was. Someone finding the work before the marriage, before the Javier name. “Yes,” I said. Her entire face brightened.

He stared coldly into the camera and said, "Sophie, I spent five years by your side. And in that time, you've harvested my organs over a hundred times. "You're incredibly cruel. You're not even human. "My original loved you so much, did so much for you—and you threw it all away for some other man. You will never be happy again."

read the titles of the notebooks below the one she read, and they were all in ancient names. Since everything was written in a language she couldn't fully understand and highly confident that the brittle and delicate papers might crumble upon her every handling, she decided to skip them. She checked the bottles next. Luna grabbed a long-neck glass bottle and opened it. It smelled like roses despite the brown and murky color. She wondered what it was for. She closed the bottle again and returned it. The bottles were filled with different liquids. Wooden ones contained thick liquids, while the glass bottles contained discolored waters. All of which she was clueless of what they were for. She