Fanfiction Devil Wears Prada Novels & Stories

I thought about his pale grey eyes and the way he’d texted good like approval instead of a response. “I think he’s practical,” I admitted carefully. “I don’t think he wants emotional complications.” Claire stared at me over the rim of her coffee mug. “Hautea, this is insane.” “I know.” I rolled my eyes “You’re going to live with Drake Javier." "For eighteen months.” “And you genuinely think you can keep this professional?” I raised an eyebrow. “You Googled him, didn’t you?” “I took one break while reading this contract. Of course I Googled him.” She pointed accusingly at me.

But unfortunately the girl fell in love with a guy who she later kissed unknowingly and as the beauty goddess said, the girl turned back ugly. After reading the book. I didn't know why my mind was flashing towards Rihanna. Is she really Miranda? Is it possible that she did the same thing as the girl in this story? No, it can't be possible, this is just a fictional story and doesn't have the chance to be real. But our existence as werewolves is being interpreted as fiction but humans so this story could be real. This explains why I always feel that she is Miranda whenever she is around me. I am sure she is Miranda.

While feeling annoyed at this fact, I couldn't help but scoff to myself in disdain when I thought that only Valeria would believe that she and Chris were nothing more than 'best friends'! But it was better that she never thought of him that way, wasn't it? Because if she did, then it would never be my turn... Besides, she was married to none other than that Mr Devil. He was someone Chris wouldn't ever be able to compete with, because despite being decrepit, wrinkly, old and ugly, the man was infamously powerful.

He said giving me a murderous look, And I knew I had no options he was here to put a trap and I Olivia Vitalio has already fallen into it. "For?" I asked gritting my teeth with my fists clenching and unclenching. "As long I want," he said coolly, And I felt that cool metal moving away from me and I took the breath I didn't even realise I was holding for so long. I have signed myself to the devil and I felt him taking a step back and his silhouette disappearing in the dark. "You should wear back your bra Miss Vitalio, " And I looked at my breast, my dress was a see through no wonder he had a good show. "Pervert."

It was obviously a no-brainer. “Then, you're in luck.” He started removing his tie and proceeded in unbuttoning his shirt. “The devil is here giving you an offer. Alpha Vladimir began sniffing the side of my face down to my neck. I closed my eyes as he started putting his hand under my skirt. If sleeping with the devil would make me Adrian’s queen, then so be it. I live for Adrian Patterson and probably die for him too. With that, I sealed a contract with the demon himself. And honestly, I didn’t regret doing so.

“You disgust me. You talk about revenge and family honor, and here you are selling a defenseless woman to a bunch of disgusting pigs. I can’t believe, for one minute, I let you touch me, that I actually thought…” His smile turns predatory. “Actually, I’m selling you to one pig, and what did you think, princess? Finish your tirade since it’ll be the last time we speak.” My gaze narrows. “I thought maybe that you had a soul. Obviously, I was mistaken. You’re the devil, a heartless, cruel, asshole, devil. You are no better than my father.” The smile falls from his lips, and he shakes his head. “Soo will be in to take you to the car. Have a nice life, princess.”

"Maybe.. because she knows that going against you will not benefit her?" "Or maybe.. she has some other plans in her mind." saying this, Zayn took a smoke and blew the air out of his lips. "She is too smart to be convinced so easily." "Hah, she won't dare to play games with a man like you." another man commented when he took a sip of the wine from his glass and stared at the girls near the pole. Their cleavage was visible, and the guy passed them a seductive smirk. The ladies did not slow down and brought another bottle of wine, pouring his glass by themselves.

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

“She is Pan and still unable to get a partner, that must be because of her rotten personality.” “You take that back.” Harper pointed at Eden, still hiding behind Noel. “I just haven’t fallen in love yet.” “Right, and you want MY Noel? What a load of bullshit.” Eden scoffed at the woman. “I can recognise an angel and a devil when I see one.” She scoffed back. “Well, whatever, just keep a lookout, Eden. “Noel might be yours right now but one slip up and you will see me take him away.” She said, walking in front of Noel. “By the way, are you Bi?”

She was smiling beside her father, dressed in an elegant silver gown, completely unaware that one day the same picture would be used to paint her as a criminal. The news anchor spoke with practiced confidence. “Authorities have confirmed that billionaire heiress Elena Devereaux is wanted for questioning after confidential financial records were allegedly stolen from Devereaux Holdings. Police believe she may have fled the city…” Damien muted the television. The room fell silent once more. “They’re lying.” Elena’s voice cracked. “I’ve never even entered the finance department.” “I know.” She looked at him. “Then why would anyone believe this?” “Because your father understands something most p