Diablo Female Novels & Stories

"Are you a male or a female wolf dragon? I need to know this very important information." "By my voice alone you could clearly tell that I am a female who resides in a female body," Obsidian responded in her deep rumbling deep voice. It was not hard at all to miss the fact that it looked as if Obsidian had just rolled her massive eyes at Dika in exasperation, which made Nyxoria snort with laughter.

My deepest secret is that she, the sexy as fuck women who will soon be my wife was mine, she was my first and only and will be until the day I take my last breath. Demitria owns me, mind, body and soul... she's the fucking devil and 'm her devoted follower. She is my Diabla.

she stomped her foot and turned to walk out of the restroom, ignoring all the gazes being thrown her way. Diablo was a tidbit surprised by her attitude, she looked so afraid when he saw her just now and now she is stomping out to the battle ground in anger, where did she suddenly get the courage to do so? He sighed and went after her, if there was one thing he didn’t want to experience was to lose her again and have to find her.

They were fierce and skilled, but outnumbered. Dianne was in the thick of it all, leading the charge with a spear in hand. Her movements were fluid and graceful, her body a blur as she attacked the male warriors with deadly accuracy. Brown couldn't help but admire her strength and skill. He had never seen a woman fight like this before.

Diablo screaming to be set free. “I Alpha Nicholas Williams, hereby banish Gaia Williams, the Goddess of Hell and the Harbinger of Death, from The Dark Moon Pack. You, your mates and mongrel pup are to leave in the next hour and never return here. You don’t deserve to be a mate or a mother. You are nothing but a whore and are not my sister.”

"How have you considered what I said yesterday?" Alan didn't look very good, but still naturally got into the woman's car. That woman didn't even look at Diana the entire time, and between her eyebrows was a strong disdain. A strong woman like her simply looked down on a rich fragile daughter like Diana. There are many kinds of women in the rich second generation circle, crazy , slutty ,simple , strong, but Diana, belonging to the last kind, that is stupid. Letting go of such a good quality guy like Alan, she likes a bastard with a gloomy mind.

The one she referred to as strong, attractive, and more than masculine, the sexy one, smiled at her from a distance. "It was none other than Harry," Katherina rolled her eyes and said, "If you have a bit of self-respect, stop acting like Dalia," the brunette whispered in her ear, and Jisoo stopped smiling at such a harsh comparison. Dalia was that girl with a stunning body and face but had a personality worse than an animal. She had been with most of the guys at the university, including the idiot, Tom Mikaelson. And that, to the blue-eyed blonde, seemed like a record...

Both Kurt and Stefan froze when they heard this. They exchanged glances, both unable to believe their ears. After a brief pause, Stefan was the first to regain his composure. He smirked and asked, "How interesting. I didn't know that woman had an ex-husband." "That's not the worst part!" Diablo was eager to share more. "That woman is a slut! At one point, she was raped by multiple people at once…" With that, Diablo leered and added, "That's the reason her husband divorced her; he thought she was too impure for him after that incident.

“Don’t worry, I just sent him back home.” I grab my bow once again, startled by an unexpected voice talking behind me. Before I could identify the culprit, a curative spell covers my body and recovers my strength. “Mother Lelyah!” “Nope. It pains me to be compared with that boring grandma. I’m a hundred times more beautiful.” “Who are you?” An elf I have never seen stood before me, dressed in a blue robe covering most of her body except for the legs and holding a staff bigger than her. She was beautiful of course, with short grey hair, big round bronze eyes and a tall athletic body.

The female employees have lacy black bras beneath the shirts and skintight leather skirts. A woman is lying face down on top of the bar and whenever a Dom sitting nearby places an order, they deliver a hard slap to her naked behind. Her shoulders are shaking and a small sob escapes her with each blow. Bad sub. The scenes may be similar to what happens at the Mediterranean Club but there's no comparison when it comes to the wealth and class of Club El Diablo. I'm startled when a warm hand lands on my arm. Turning, I barely manage to breathe. Damian's chest is bare and smooth. His six-pack melts into leather pants that look painted on. They disappear into black leather boots that stop just bel