Heavenly Demon Wants To Be A Chef Novels & Stories

she arched her brows, waiting for me to finish her statement. "Get rid of it," I completed with a tight swallow, earning myself a smile. "Good. I made pancakes," her voice was soft again and all that yellow was gone from her eyes leaving her black pupils. "Have some now and when you return, I'll open a nice champagne for my little demon." Demon was a belittling name and she knew how much I hated that reference. I wasn't a demon, I was a god, and gods don't hide in their room just because some nerd who didn't matter on the face of the Earth had a picture of them.

(Oslec) Fugly's POV: We set out on a journey to earth, disguise ourselves as humans and blend in together with the commoners. With General Kierra's beauty and charm, she was able to easily infiltrate the base of the demon hunters and become one of the maidens who served the angel soldiers. We were lurking around the compound when we accidentally bumped into the man we were looking for heaven's champion, Uriel. "What are you doing here? Humans are not allowed to enter this area," he said in a very deep intimidating tone.

"Hey! I think that's enough!" He groaned. I flicked my finger and heard a crack from the neck of his. Honestly I couldn't tell if he was still alive but... "He'll survive!" I said confidently to Khloe, stepping down from the vehicle, before she dragged the bodies all the way behind the bar. "If you were to be a demon, you'd be a succubus." I stared at Khloe. She smiled widely and all she said was, "I know damn well." "But I'll rather take the role of a temptress!"

She bit her lips, and hesitated, then opened her mouth and said: - "M-More." She felt so embarrassed. A tear rolled down her face. Clara imagined the demon could hear her somehow. Or at least feel her true desires within. The demon would come back again - By her invitation. She wanted to start sobbing. It would humiliate her again. Make her feel so ashamed. Mock her. Force her to accept its cock into her mouth. But it would release more of it's pee down her throat, and Clara simply couldn't turn that down. She would go through hell for another chance to taste it. Another chance to be controlled. Because she could not say no to the demonic creature's golden nectar. It was the only thing in th

Victoria’s stomach tightened. “She was performing at a big charity event. I was part of the catering team and was lucky enough to be allowed to prepare some dishes because of how big the crowd was. She tasted one of my dishes and asked to meet the chef. When she saw me, she smiled like she had found something that she wanted to own.” Sebastian’s voice grew quieter.

Okay,' I said. But it wasn't okay because I was standing in a kitchen with a demon who had freely admitted his kind ate human souls. Human souls like mine. I wrapped my arms tighter around my chest, wishing that I could somehow push myself through the brick to get away from him, even though that stupidly curious part of me couldn't help but open her big mouth. 'Why were you at the gig on New Year's Eve? And why have you been saving me ever since? Because this isn't what you do, is it? You don't save people like me. You kill us.'

“They’re part shapeshifter. Probably are trying to scent him. Oh, Rena. He’s perfect. And he wants me so bad. I can feel him craving me. He was terribly sad when he first saw me, though. What could make such a gorgeous man so melancholy?” “I bet those things are the only thing he can pick up normally. They probably chase off anyone else. A guy I talked to at the bar said Ford’s packing serious weight. You think you can handle it for your first?” Serena asked. Now the comments made more sense. I wasn’t worried. A demon could manage pretty much anything. We fed on sexual energy and desire, we were well equipped to handle men who were well equipped. I snorted. “Have you ever met a girl like us

They saw her alone, easy, and they moved in like starving wolves. Fornication. One of mankind’s proudest talents. Now she sits there, curled in sorrow. And for some damn reason, a thought slithers through my mind: Maybe I should cheer her up. Ridiculous. I’m Paimon. Demon King. Ninth Circle Prince. I strip souls bare and feed them to nightmares. My joy is in their screams—not their smiles. But… I know her weakness. Food. I sat beside her, snapped my fingers, and summoned a burger with my Demonic Energy—three thick patties, lettuce, tomato, bacon, and enough grease to clog a mortal's soul.

Only the demon often interferes in his feelings and stopping him from getting his happy life. “Don’t look at her like that. Look at Chloe. She’s beautiful,” the demon said. Daven walked to the bath without paying attention to that. He opened the tap and sat inside the tub. “You’re not listening to me,” “I am listening… but I don’t want to act like how you wish,” Daven retorted. “The blood moon is going to arrive soon, on that day you have to mate with Chloe or kill her. You have to do either one of this,” the demon said.

he sighed while pouring himself a full glass of the golden liquid and then downing it in one swallow. Astonished, I stared at him wide-eyed and he asked me what. “Well, I thought we were here to talk and not to get drunk,” I muttered sourly and he nodded. “Samson did the spell on me so I can change into my um demon while on earth,” he said quietly and I raised my brow at him. “And?” I asked as I waited for his answer. Curling his lip downward he tilted his head and studied me. “I can give you my mate mark and get my life force from you, but Lucifer will be pissed, and he will kill me and you,” he said sullenly.