Lady Devil の小説・ストーリー

The feeling of him stretching her, filling her, made her gasp. "You are so fucking wet," Bernard groaned, his hands immediately going to her hips. His eyes roamed over her naked body… the way her breasts curved perfectly, the hourglass shape down to her hips, the way she looked sitting on top of him like a goddamn queen. His hands moved to grab her ass, but Gianna was faster. She caught his wrists and pushed them back above his head, a bold smirk on her face. "No touching," she said. "Gianna…"

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

“And what happened after? He protected her. Stood over her like she was worth more than the blood you bled. Tell me—did any of you feel protected tonight?” A few heads shook, shoulders stiff with resentment. “Exactly.” Luca leaned forward, his voice low but carrying. “Dante was blinded. And blindness kills quicker than bullets. While he bleeds for her, you bleed for him. And she? She doesn’t even have to lift a knife.” The whispers thickened, heavier now. “She’s cursed.” “A witch.” “Since she came, death follows.” Luca’s smirk deepened. “You want to know what she really is?” He set his glass down with a sharp clink. “She is the Devil’s Bride. And brides… they destroy their grooms.”

Who pursues me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand it She walks away leaving the drunks behind And the trail of chaos, of destruction You look at this boy, devastated, unable To think of any other solution And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one too And all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand it ) Lora Lins was an exuberant woman. The long red strands against her fair skin made her an aphrodisiac,

I didn’t like this woman and something was telling me that it was about to be hell with her. She stood from the window she was standing and she made her way towards me. She walked in with an impeccable grace, every step accompanied by a subtle hint of arrogance. Her outfit, a tailored black pantsuit that fit her like a second skin, screamed wealth and power. The blazer was impeccably crisp, and her stiletto heels clicked sharply against the polished wooden floor. Her silver necklace sparkled with a single, extravagant diamond pendant that could have paid a month's rent for most people. The woman, her raven-black hair cascading down her back, moved gracefully toward an empty stool at the bar.

Devon’s eyes are very beautifully brimmed with his many colorful emotions yet, amidst the gutting fire and malice in those crimsons, I find them the most enthralling and bewitching of all the eyes that have looked at me. He suddenly scoffs, “You say such words yet look how happy you are to see me. Never have I met an inept liar as yourself in the many centuries I’ve lived. You stay so strong to your flimsy denials yet you shudder with desire at the slightest sigh of me. Perverted noble Lady.”

she saved him. She... a girl purer than the angels. Her light impressed even divinity. She is a heart surgeon. She has a record of no one dying on her table. But now she made fate angry by saving the Devil. and Devil is madly searching for the girl who got a scar by saving him. He wants her as his queen and he can do anything for it... Even if it means hurting her... Ruining her! But She has to be his... A fallen Angel is now the Devil. Even heaven is scared of him but can he fall for her light? Can she survive with her light in this darkness?...

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

DAPHNE ~✼~ Where was the girl who didn't give a fuck about Alex? Where was the girl who wasn't scared of anything? Where was the girl who dared to slap a mafia don a few seconds ago? You're right, gone. Replaced with this sinful and lustful part of her. The one which wanted to feel his cock slide down her throat, the one who wanted to taste his cum, savour it and devour it like it was the sweetest thing.