Diabolic Lover Novels & Stories

My name is Briella Goodwin. For three years after losing my memory, my mortal enemy, Ronan Cooper, and I have fought relentlessly. He snatches my project in the eastern suburbs, so I destroy his in the west. He runs me over and hospitalizes me, so I shoot him in the leg. Everyone in Velport knows we are both maniacs. That is until my men make a mistake, letting him find an opening to kidnap my father, Adam Goodwin. When I rush to the scene, his grip on Dad's hand suddenly loosens. "It all ends here!" he says. The madness that has lurked in his eyes for three years vanishes in an instant. I freeze, as if he has suddenly become a total stranger. He looks at me with a bitter smile. "I

She's all alone staring at her reflection, and the documents that are laid on the bed. Just how worse could her life be getting? She left the vanity and climbed onto her bed. Taking the black documents, she opened the first page. Her eyes caught the introduction, and what the agreement entailed. Next, her eyes caught the rules written like it wasn't typed with a keyboard, rather, with someone who'd be awarded for the world's neatest handwriting. Rules 1. For the duration of thirty (30) days, Sapphire Smith shall belong exclusively to Tristan DeVille—body, mind and obedience.

His persistence in bed and his almost desperate desire to have me every night were because he wanted to knock me up and make me have his child so he could trade that child for his lover's life. I stared at Cecilia, my gaze as cold as ice. "If any part of what you've just said is a lie, I'll make you suffer a fate worse than death." With that, I turned and walked away. I got into the car, put the pedal to the metal, and shot straight back to Moretti Manor. The moment I pushed open the door, warm candlelight spilled out toward me. My father sat at the dining table with his mistress and those illegitimate children he adored so much. They were all gathered around and enjoying a cozy family dinne

“You want to go back to a life that was slowly killing you? Back to a man who loves the idea of you but doesn’t see who you really are? Back to pretending you don’t have fire in your veins?” “Leandro loves me!” “No he doesn’t. He loves how predictable you are. He loves the sweet, accommodating nurse who will give him a comfortable life and never ask for more than he’s willing to give.” Dario’s voice was gentle now, almost hypnotic. “But I love the woman who pointed a gun at my chest. I love the strength it took to sacrifice yourself for a room full of strangers. I love the fire you are showing me right now.” “You don’t love me!” She moved backwards, putting distance between them even though

And not one of them, not a single goddamn one, ever made me feel a fraction of this raw, screaming need. Dominic Sokolov lit the fuse in a matter of days and now I was nothing but the resulting explosion. It wasn't just the brutal, perfect architecture of his body—though, fuck, that was a masterpiece all on its own. It was the way he looked at me. Like he could see past every lie, every defensive wall, every carefully constructed identity, straight down to the raw, desperate core I didn’t even know I had. He made me feel dangerous. Seen. Wanted. More alive than I’d ever been. And absolutely fucking terrified.

“Baby… his love for you burns too hot. And yours for him burns just as deep. Two souls bound like that? It can’t stay balanced. One consumes the other. Or together you consume everything.” I shook my head. “There has to be another path. One where we can be together and the world doesn’t end.” Her face softened. “There might be. But it requires sacrifice. Hard choices. And strength you don’t yet have.” She reached out— finally allowed to touch me. Her fingertips grazed my cheek, warm and delicate. The mother I’d been missing for years. “I’m not telling you to leave him,” she whispered. “I’m telling you to open your eyes. Power borrowed from the underworld demands a price. Love borrowed from a

Darina screamed with his eyes closed as he try to control the devil inside him. "What is wrong with you please make love to me I have missed your touch" she raised his hand and placed it on her b*obs. "Go Lucy just leave me" he yelled again trying to control himself. "This is not..." She pause in shock when Darian's growl become louder he opened his eyes and her eyes met with his red eyes, which send fear down her spine. "The devil's eyes" she called weakly and with all her strength she pulled away from Darian as she made her way towards the door.

Ero **** on the first date she confided in me i have a chromosomal disorder, disorder, disorder i need love and pain strangely mixed together my elixirs i suffer reality distoooorrtions a ghastly Vatican of ****** compulsions my soul is black matter my **** a seething cauldron of despicable desire my *** cries for homicidal cruelty mold me into a ******* fold me like a two dollar beach chair the wrong way tear me to bits unwind my intestine eat me like a blood ******* ghoul make me squirm like an anime victim i thought oh finally a soul mate with soul strange as a Dionysian mad hatter on hallucinogenics hot girl creeping grimacing at me meandering conjurations by ****** contortions stunning

I wrapped a towel around my body and the other around my hair,ready to leave and fast. Nothing prepared me for what I saw upon going outside. I saw the Devil practically sitting on the bed,with his eyes closed but was I wrong to think of him as a fallen angel. I slowly padded into the room. I was about to walk into the closet when his eyes snapped open and a gasp escaped my lips. He slowly walked towards me and I tried to push myself into the door. With only a few inches separating us,he walked closer. I kept trying to push myself into the door and he kept moving closer. I kept my eyes on the ground timidly, Wondering how I'd escape this Diablo.

Daniel was hell rooted in his place whenever he heard her swears. Daniel ran his fingers in his hair irritatedly to control his anger who wanted to lace at her. He was thinking about how Maria easily said that his love was stupid love and demonic too. His mind growled at his own self who was thinking to crush Maria in his anger who was in immense pain of labour. "Fire! Just wait okay, I will show you the full movie of my demonic love. Whatever you saw in these years was only the trailer. My Little Dove. My snow White", Daniel thought and smirked, playing on his lips.