Little Devil Girlfriend Novels & Stories

"I won't be picking and choosing anymore since I want this particular one. She is the only one for me, but sadly, she is giving me a lot of trouble." Dela regards me with humor on her face. "Who is she, Lionel? Are you cheating on me?" I snort. "You love to play games with me, don't you?" "Who? Me?" Dela fakes a gasp. "I would never." A slow smile unfolds on my lips. This is Dela's true colors, the original she-devil who caught my attention before we became roommates. She is coming back to me—the little badass in high heels.

The offer of money for payment to pose as his girlfriend—with the possibility of doing what girlfriends and boyfriends do behind a closed door and most of all, the possibility of a marriage contract should they had to—was like a splash of cold water to the face. And that was the reason behind the exorbitant fee he was offering me. That wasn’t even the end of it. The fees mentioned were just for the girlfriend job. There’s going to be a million US dollars for the marriage contact, subject to change depending on what difficulties we might find hard to work out if we do get married. “You are not being paid to prostitute yourself, Gia,” he said last night in a somber tone, though it still had me

'And who the fuck is Leone fucking Andreotti?' What a mouth. What a foul mouth. Suddenly, my pants are just too tight. Agent....Thirteen… She has no idea, but she just summoned the fucking devil, and he wants so badly to play with her. Who knew those lips... those dark embers in her eyes would arouse me so much?

At the police station, Sophie sat with her hands cuffed, her eyes hollow and vacant. She looked like someone had drained the soul right out of her. I had no idea what was going through her mind at that moment. The officer told her, "Your boyfriend, Marcus—the one who just died—was a clone. Your real boyfriend was stabbed to death by Adrian five years ago. "Back then, Marcus and Adrian got into a fight. You were so busy rushing Adrian to the hospital that you didn't even notice Marcus was hurt too.

“Look at you, princess. Didn’t think you’d actually show up.” I forced a smile, smoothing my black mini dress down my thighs. “Yeah, well. Gotta commit to the act, right?” Rowan was next, tossing a red solo cup to me. “Fake girlfriend duties, huh? Drink up. You look like you need it.” I caught the cup but didn’t drink. My fingers shook too much to even bring it to my lips. Casper just watched from across the room, eyes narrowed like he was studying me for some pop quiz. Emrys offered me a soft nod, his curls bouncing slightly when he turned.

“You don’t understand. The world tried to break me. Men, bills, loneliness, the weight of everything I lived through—Malik didn’t force his way in. I opened the door.” Malik’s grip on my hand tightened—gentle, not controlling. His eyes softened with something I had never expected to see in a demon: Devotion. Tenderness. Fear of losing me. “I love you,” he murmured. “Not the way demons are meant to. Not the way humans understand. But I do.” Aunt Dee backed away slowly. “Then that’s worse,” she whispered. “Because demons who love? They destroy everything to keep what they claim.”

------------------------------------ LEVIAS You-Me, Me-You NEET You can't just say it like that. LEVIAS Okay...so Vineet Wright would u like to give me a chance to show what we are? NEET Yes LEVIAS Will u be my girlfriend? ------------------------------------ Just as the question escaped his mouth I hugged him tightly while trying my hard not to cry even though my eyes were already moistened. ------------------------------------ NEET Yes, I would love to be ur girlfriend. LEVIAS Thank you ------------------------------------ Just like that our lips attached in a slow and intense kiss sending sparks all over my body. Our eyes having each other in it. It was like his black eyes were sinking me

She asked. "My best friend will have his victory party next month, and I want you to come with me. And all you have to do is pretend to be my girlfriend." He proudly speaks, thinking she'll agree right away. He was confident that he was every girl's dream. To be known as the girlfriend of the most handsome, good-looking, hot, wealthy man, Nathan Conner, was a privilege. "Why me?" She scowled unknowingly. He was surprised. "I'll pay you, don't worry. It's not part of the deal. As long as it turns out well, name me the price. I'll give it to you." Nathan thought money would change her mind quickly.

The women leaned closer as their voices softened and those smiles that became warmer. “I will take away your pains and make you feel on top of the world” “I love you” “You are so handsome but I will make sure you look much more like an angel” “I will let you have a taste of my body, don't you like that?” “Tell me if you want me” The lonely men listened carefully, some believed every word but the others simply enjoyed hearing them. Either way, everyone played their role. Meanwhile dangerous men exchanged envelopes, secrets and death contracts with quiet smiles as their eyes scanned the entire hall.

“Who the hell is this goddess walking in here like she owns the damn room?” I smirked, leaning in just enough to tease. “It’s me, idiot. Amber. Your girlfriend.” “Bullshit,” he shot back, lips curling into a wicked grin. “No way I have a girlfriend this fucking stunning. I’d remember a body like that. Those tits alone would have burned themselves into my brain.” He reached out like he was going to touch it, and I smacked his hand away. “Stop it, you absolute pervert.”