Diabolic Lover Novels & Stories

"Luna, I don't like violence," Diabolos declared, his red eyes piercing mine. In an instant, he disappeared, only to reappear abruptly in front of me. "Aghh," I gasped, startled, as his grip tightened around my neck. "You have to fall in love with me, Luna. You must!" His voice was a mixture of desperation and demand. This man was the embodiment of a dangerous obsession. Trapped in the oppressive darkness of the room, his hand tightened around my neck once more.

But now, Julieta’s reason became more logical, considering he had been celibate for the past few years. He was already grasping to the walls for support when he arrived at the lower floor. After following the head-maid’s trail through the dimly lit hallway, he stopped at the farthest part of the area. On the left of it was another long pathway, barely visible from the stairs. At the end of it was a door, made of a special wood that seem to let out a scent that overpowers the others. He swallowed hard, sensing the last ounce of resistance he had drowned in the depths of his urge. Consumed by the need to release the flames of lust burning inside of him.

Ava paused, feeling almost like laughing for a moment, nearly thinking she'd misheard. "You think I'm faking it? That I'm pretending to be sick to stop you from seeing your lover?" William was angered by her words. "Watch your language. Don't forget your place." Ava smiled silently, the kind of smile that comes from a broken heart, then leaned against the car window without another word. What right did she have now to call Sarah his lover? Never mind that they'd signed divorce papers - even if they weren't divorcing, she had no right.

Glacier shouted in a rough voice: “What curse has been poured into my veins? Is this love, or poison sent by the devil to test my faith? If God created love as purity, why does it have a forbidden face like this… a face that devours the soul and makes the heart crawl willingly toward sin? If Satan was punished with eternal fire for disobeying his Lord, then I am ready to be with him… as long as I have you in my hands. This is not love. This is a flood that drowns me every night. And you are not a woman… you are the sin God created just for me, so I would understand that some love is only lived in the arms of hell.” The night wrapped around the room as if the world had disappeared. Glacier la

Rico asked, squinting his eyes at Caspian. “Caitlin would help you. Mention my name, that's all you have to do.” He handed a file of papers to Federico. “You're saying, this substitute apple of his eye will try to betray him?” From everything he had gathered, he understood Diablo loved fiercely. So why on earth would she choose the other side? “She believes he killed her family.” “Ah… I see, I see. Interesting,” Rico muttered, leaning back in his chair. Caspian sat down, his gaze serious.

People manage where their eyes go around a lover the way they never bother to around a stranger. She’d arranged herself so she’d never accidentally catch him. Which told me she always knew exactly where he stood. Which told me she’d mapped him. Which told me she loved him, or was terrified of loving him, and either way she was sleeping with him. “The woman in coral,” I said quietly. “Who’s the grey man at the bar? Don’t look yet.” Michael didn’t look. He drank, turned as if to admire the view, and caught him on the way past.

"I know all of this is strange to you and you are confused but I can tell you for a fact that you will fall in love with me sooner than you think and I, Diablo with be your fucking husband." "I am not gay, besides I am a pastor." I stated. "And I am not just a devil, I am your husband and I will be your most favorite person in the world, pastor." He took one last look at me before he stepped out of the room. I waited to hear him lock the room, but he didn't which me I can leave the room if I wanted. I have to leave this place because the last thing I want is to become a sinner, I am supposed to have a wife and not a husband.

The danger of playing both lover and liar. But in Damian’s arms, in this dizzying high of pleasure, the lines blurred too easily. Power. Desire. Control. Love. Betrayal. His hand slid between them, stroking her until she cried out again, clenching around him. “I feel every lie on your tongue,” Damian murmured into her ear, right before she shattered. “And I’ll make you confess… every last one.” She trembled in his grip, undone and breathless — but his words echoed louder than the orgasmic haze.

Diana was pleading when Kabir interrupted her sharply. “Shut the crap and sign the damn motherfucker divorce papers. Are you nuts? Have you gone crazy? After all you did to the woman that I sincerely love, you still went ahead to have that bastard fuck you? You are vicious and a scheming bitch but I didn't expect that you will be a cheater as well. You could actually pay a gigolo to rape the innocent Sophia? If fate hadn't smiled on her and she ended up in the bed with a better decent man, she would have been violated so terribly.

“On the backs of innocent women? You sold women without regard for their lives, Darius. How could you think I would ever accept you? You raped some of those women yourself and got one pregnant Darius. Is that how you show your love for me; by raping other women and selling them?” He looked at her and whatever light he had in his eyes died in that moment. But Sable kept going. “I would have never loved you. You should have known I was never after money or status. In your mind, you thought that would win me over. You did everything you did for a sick obsession. Truth be told, you disgust me. I no longer wish to see you.” Sable said and then looked at me, “Rip his heart out, my alpha. Then we c