Fanfiction Devil Wears Prada Novels & Stories

Hell no I have given her hundreds of glares in the past few hours of the day. “Oh my gosh you're all red again” she chuckled “Are you helping me pick my outfit or not?” I asked walking off. We had come to buy new office wears for me as I will be one of the designers of RiverStyle. But I haven't made any choice as my mind keeps wandering off. And the witch behind me was not helping matters Julie remained silent. But her smiles never disappeared. “How about seducing him while at the office…” “Julie!” I could feel the amused stares around us. But the devil stood, holding her mouth. Amused

Aphrodite slowly rose to her feet, leaned down slowly, fully aware Sophia was in the room, and ran her index finger down my semi-flaccid shaft that had hardened again from her touch. “This is mine,” she growled possessively before taking her sweet time to tuck me back in. “We're done here,” she murmured, pecking my lips and adjusting her dress. She turned and walked out, not once stopping to acknowledge that Sophia was both red from anger and shock. I blinked, the haze of lust slowly clearing from my head as shock was slowly replaced by pride. I was both proud and shocked at the turn of events. What my mate didn't know was that she'd just awakened the animalistic desires I'd be reigning in,

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”

she chuckled as if trying to rub their betrayal in my face. I never saw myself as pretty. I was a shut-in and never learned how to fix myself or dress well, I was fairly content in my world. My family may have never treated me well, but I craved peace. Until they decided I was to be married off to Charlie Wilson, a man high on the business ladder. His family’s wealth could elevate ours, that was all my family cared about anyway. They were willing to sacrifice their daughter for that if they ever treated me as one.

“But not the devil.” I smile a little, in spite of everything. “You're not the devil, Tristan.” “You’re right, Andrea,” he says with a soft chuckle. “Maybe I’m not the devil.” He lets the words sit for a moment before adding, quieter, “Maybe I’m worse.”

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

his shouts of pain echoed in the closed warehouse. Soon enough, the Devil emerges from the blackness in the corners of the warehouse, an omen that devours all his path. He walks, his pitch-black leather shoes stained with blood. His trench coat takes shape, and his eyes glow with a storm of blue. “No… no!” the man begged, scooting himself away only to be blocked by the corpses in the room. “No! I wasn’t a part of this! I was only hired—“ “Killing yourself is a better mercy,” the Devil tells him.

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

The darker the night was, the shinier the stars were sparkling on the dark sky making it more alluring. But I was not allured because I was still on my bed with my eyes glued on the phone reading the chapters of this mafia book. So the ML didn't actually rape the FL, he just teared her clothes, kissed her body and then left her all alone to sulk. But he almost raped her, which is unforgivable and unforgettable. Now only three more chapters are remaining and I think that Angel, now has a soft corner towards devil and devil has already fallen in love with Angel. But I hope she rejects him and kill him brutally like he did with her family and boyfriend.

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.