Fated To The Golden-eyed Devil Novels & Stories

I looked up and down his hard-toned chest “I did not realize that he was the devil all along. I thought you were something else, but now I know that someone getting involved with you is only going to get them hurt. I never did anything to you, I wasn't even the one who made you cry yet you ran to him and sprouted god knows what”

Caleb remind me I was already dressed, so I just picked up my bag, ready to leave Zara grabbed my wrist and shot me a deadly glare "57" that's what you are Don't cross the line... she warned and yanked my arms away. My vision was already blurry from the tears threatening to fall Is Valerie even worth coming back??

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

"I swear to the goddess, I will rip your heart out!" The other cackled. "How cute, you remind of me a certain alpha, he also infringed on my territory and terrorized to rip my heart out," Jett grated. "What alpha, how did he look like?" The man tapped his chin, going into a thinking mode. "I remember nothing but his eyes were the shadiest gold, they were sneering even though he was in an asthenic state!" Jett's eyes magnified, charging at the man again. "Tell me, where is he?"

His eyes glowed angrily, beneath the forced calmness. "But her eyes--" "I didn't say I didn't have it before, I only said it isn't with me anymore " he stated, obviously playing on my intelligence like he always did. "Hence, she does have our eyes because she's bound to me." The way he used 'our' was very unsettling and didn't bode well with me. "So Belinda made a deal with you? And she got her soul back? How?" This was interesting. "Once upon a time, years ago," the Devil started, theatrically, even waving his hands about for dramatic effects. "Belinda Johnson summoned me and decided to trade her soul for a wish, which I so generously gave." He paused.

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

The voice answered before I could form the words. “Remember the keys to freeing yourself from the repeated curse of fated mates choosing another and rejecting you: allow the mate bond to accept who it was chosen for. Once you do, your luck and faith will shine brighter than even I, and your ancient powers will at last return. Your fated mates must share the same ending in name as that of your chosen successor. This successor is the pup you bear — not theirs, for they shall never raise a pup that survives beyond half the first generation. That is one of the many weights of the curse. They can never speak of it, and you would never learn of it, until your time came. Lyra has been made to not k

Luca whispered against his hair, “remember this. You are bound to me. And I will destroy anyone who tries to take you away.” Adrian closed his eyes and listened to Luca’s heartbeat. The devil was willing to risk war for him. And Adrian was no longer sure he wanted salvation.

We pulled away when I realized that he was straddling me. I blushed at the position. "I want you so badly right now. But I will wait for you until you are ready." he said stroking my cheeks. He was about to get off when I stopped him. I looked up at his eyes, staring at them. "I'm ready." I said as I stared into his eyes. "You sure?" he asked. Without answering him, I pulled him into a kiss. I gave myself to him that night. We became one. I gave myself to the devil. I was arranged to the devil.

Adelaide felt heat crawl up her throat—not from embarrassment, but from pure fury. Blessed? Blessed to be chased by a demon? Blessed to be hunted like deer? Blessed to be killed to sate him off for another ten years? Her jaw ached from how hard she was clenching it. She could almost hear her teeth grinding over his name, turning it into dust. Thane stepped forward, gesturing broadly. “These noble girls—the pride of our village—take on the burden so that the Devil need not take many. He will hunt only one. Only one shall be claimed.”