Diabolic Lover Novels & Stories

He became her escape 2-3 times a week and it was going great, until the night they added a third. Having little confidence and opportunity to give into her love of the female body, she thoroughly enjoyed her night with the woman her dom had chosen for them. By the end of the night she was on cloud nine, wedged between her two lovers and falling into a dreamland that held more pleasure than she could ever hope to have. The first time she half awoke, she thought it was a dream, when it was in fact her dom and their lover of the night having an argument. She hadn’t thought anything of it until a sudden vision of her dead ex appeared in her dreams once she fell back to sleep. One second she was

Diana sneered. "Look at you... A sl*t's gotta sl*t, isn't it? Getting all mushy… with a foreigner even now. No wonder… Diarmaid hates you. When you're finally dead, I'll return… to the Nimbusa Mountains… and be his wife!" "Aww, just listen to this 80-year-old virgin gloating! Diarmaid doesn't like you at all. The woman in his heart has been me all along… and once you're dead, we'll finally be the match made in heaven… we were meant to be!"

He was mad—completely, terrifyingly mad. He shut me away in a basement that only he could enter, and he'd watch me from above, laughing while I begged beneath him, powerless. And I—fool that I was—I once believed there was love hidden in that obsession. They say there can be no hate without love. He hated me deeply, endlessly… so perhaps, somewhere in that darkness, he loved me just a little too.

"Because you do it with every girl, even Luci, who is like one of the coolest and most beautiful people ever. Then who am I? I don't have a Cinderella complex. I'm not the type of girl to think that a guy will simply think she is so special." He looked at her with an overall serious expression on his face. "First of all, you are special. Now let me clear up some misconceptions you may have. I told you I loved you, I've never told any girl that, not Luci, not anyone. I know what you think about me. You think I'm a player who enjoys being with different girls. I'm not going to deny enjoying being with different girls, I absolutely do. But I'm not a player, and I've never told any of these girl

She didn't know why, but while she was chatting with his partner, he suddenly became unsteady, clung to her arm, and asked her to quickly take him to the Empire Hotel. At first, she thought Daniel was tired from drinking too much alcohol. But the moment he pulled her down on this bed and tried to take over her body, she knew he had drunk something wrong, just like Kevin's situation not long ago. She didn't have any thoughts of resistance but gave up, indulged herself, and made love to him for several hours. At that time, she just wanted to be devoted to him, wanted to experience the feeling of sexual sublimation with him, forgetting that he was engaged.

It was dark, haunting and extremely terrifying for a normal human to even think about it, let alone seeing it with their eyes. Calix shoved the Rossi Cartel's heiress, Lorena and her lover, Madox, inside the basement. The chained couple fell on the rugged ground with a vigorous force. Their already wounded bodies got badly bruised. “Boss, we got them….” Calix uttered to that brutal man, who was sitting on a chair, with a burning cigarette in his hand. His legs were crossed while his eyes peered at that couple in front of him, who dared to tarnish his reputation and name just for the sake of their f*cking love.

“Take it all. This is just the first taste. Only the beginning. I’ll ruin you for anyone else. You are mine—body and soul, every part, forever.” Crushing his mouth back to mine, swallowing every sound, claiming and marking me completely, I knew he meant every word. This wasn’t just desire. This was possession, obsession, dark twisted love defying every rule and boundary. It was wrong, forbidden, dangerous… and the most right thing I had ever felt. He tasted like fire, chaos, and home. He felt like chains and freedom all at once. I realized I didn’t just want him—I craved him, addicted to the way he touched, the way he looked at me like I was his whole world.

How dare he speak like he had done nothing wrong? Silence settled in the room like dust. "I didn't come to argue." Lucifer said calmly. "I just came to warn you." She laughed, bitter and sharp. "Warn me? You don't ever get tired of manipulating people, do you?" Lucifer stepped forward, shadows curling behind him like smoke. "I know you see me as a monster, and that's cool. But you should know that your lover is even more worse than I am. While I manipulate people into doing things, he tortures them into obeying his will. Isn't he worse?"

From up here, the city glowed like a wound—fires smoldering, broken glass glittering, and the cries of the desperate echoing into the dark. Behind her, Dante’s footsteps were measured, deliberate, like a predator stalking the silence. He had grown quieter in recent weeks, his rage contained but seething like a furnace beneath the surface. The attack two nights ago had proven what they both already knew: there was someone else moving pieces against them. Someone smarter, colder, and more patient than Lorenzo had ever been. Amara didn’t turn when Dante finally spoke. “They call him Il Diavolo,” Dante said, his voice like gravel. “The Devil. An old ghost. I thought he was buried years ago, but

“Well, I only missed because I have a purpose to. Next time you raise your hands at me or try to hurt my loved one I might not miss. A gentle reminder from an old ally to you.” Professor Vivian tried to walk but his words stopped her. “Does he know that he has a lover? Does he reciprocate the same love you have for him? Does he even care if you exist? We both know that Dariu’s love was for only Elena, his true lover and mate. Every other love is counterfeit and you're just wasting your time.” Something flickered in Vivian’s eyes, perhaps pain, she tilted her head back, sniffling in the air, and whirled around.