Novel & Cerita Diablo Stories

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

Jamie Lena helped me to my feet, my legs still shaking like a newborn deer. My pussy was throbbing, swollen and leaking down my thighs. I could barely stand after the way she’d just destroyed me. “Get dressed,” she said with a smirk, tossing my crumpled dress at me. “We’re going back to my flat. I’m nowhere near done with that greedy cunt tonight.” The Uber ride to her apartment was pure torture. Lena kept her hand between my thighs the entire time, slowly fingering me under my dress while whispering filthy things in my ear so the driver wouldn’t hear.

Yasmine's diary entry: Rob's stepdaddy is back from his travels and I have to say that he is so hot. The moment I saw him, my pussy began to throb. He has a huge cock as I could see the outline of it in his pants. I know, I know, he is my boyfriend's step-dad and I shouldn't be such a cockwhore. I should stop having such thoughts but can you blame me? Rob doesn't know how to handle my insatiable cunt so most times I have to find other means to help myself. Maybe his stepdaddy will be interested?

Flora looked at Diana with disgust, the smile at the corner of her mouth became more cruel. "By the way sister, you still don't know, right? Your three good brothers, all had an accident. Oh yeah, that man at the hotel...has AIDS." Alex looked at Diana in disgust as if she was looking at something dirty. Diana's whole body went cold and stiffened in place as her breath began to burn. Why? They could be so vicious. "Now that your reputation is ruined too, and no one will come to rescue you, dragging around a dirty disease, you might as well . Wait to die." Flora hugged Alex affectionately, irritating Diana.

But now… “Great! Now that’s done let me explain the rules of the new game. You are going to tell me a story. All you have to do is survive the story. Simple right?” Of course, it was not as simple. Anderson knew very well that anything concerning a demon would not be as simple. What was worse, this particular demon was very different. So, who knew what twisted game of story telling the demon had in mind? Anderson nodded warily at the demon’s enquiry. Whatever was coming he knew very well the odds would be against him as such he had his guard up. It was funny; He was rather feeling like the trapped one.

I was not going to be a pawn in their stupid games of ‘alliances’. “Diablo is not doing anything that would show that he would be willing to let her go. And for some reason, she just seems to be ready with everything that would include dealing with him and her lies are just countless. I am surprised that he can’t see nor read through them. It is not like him to be falling for a woman’s lies just like that.” I said, knowing that Lexi wasn’t going to be responding to what I said. The woman was tending to her makeup for something, though what it was, I didn’t know.

I straightened slowly and turned. Damian was leaning against the island counter, arms folded over his bare chest, wearing nothing but black tactical pants that hung low on his hips. His skin still gleamed faintly—fresh from a workout or a shower, I couldn’t tell. A single dog tag rested in the hollow of his throat. His hair was damp, pushed back, and his eyes were locked on me like a sniper scope. He didn’t speak at first. Just looked. Slowly. Thoroughly. From my bare feet up my legs, lingering where the panties cut high on my hips, over the strip of bare stomach the tank exposed, pausing at my breasts—nipples already tight and visible through the thin fabric—then finally meeting my eyes.