Little Devil Girlfriend Novels & Stories

"Sorry. I mean, she looks… different. So, I was only, you know, admiring her a little." I gave him a dirty look, and just pulled my arm from his. "Can't believe you'd admire the woman who hates your girl." "Come on. You know there's nothing fishy going on." He pulled his arm around my shoulder, and pecked me on the cheek. "Stop the attitude. Being pretty doesn't make her sensible. It doesn't make me like her or something." "Whatever." I rolled my eyes. "But, you shouldn't—" "Hi, guys?" And then, the freaking, little devil appeared. She had a small, pretty smile on her lips, her cool facial expression seeming so unreal. "Glad to see you here. Didn't even expect you both to be around."

He ignores my question and just stares at me, making me want to hide somewhere "What are you doing here? Dean?" I said again. His lips curled slightly. "Can't I come to meet my girlfriend?" He uttered nonchalantly. Girlfriend? The word itself disgusts me. I am not his girlfriend. Never was, never will be. I would rather die than be his girlfriend. "I'm not your girlfriend," I attempted to shoot him a hateful glare. "Oh, you are. My girlfriend," he says, staring at me, grinning mischievously. I feel my face burning in discomfort as I hear him address me as his girlfriend.

And if she discovers her boyfriend whom she has had a major crush on for ages now has another boy who is into him, all hell is going to let loose. Levon didn't look frightened by this news nor did he look as if he was going to listen to all Denis had to say so Denis pushed further. "Why do you think they call her 'Little Miss Devil? She earned her title and she's proud of it." "She kissed what's MINE!" Levon yelled. His anger rate at that point could burn down an entire building. "You said it yourself, what's yours went after her first, didn't he?" Levon felt defeated but he wasn't going to stop.

And yet he was her enemy. Doing this with an enemy was a sin. Especially when the enemy was the Devil himself. “No man has made me cry in pleasure… or satisfied me,” she whispered, brushing her fingers lightly over his hardness. Finn’s eyes darkened, his arousal sharpening further as her fingers teased the slit of his hard cock. “And since I’m already in pain, I’m not looking to add more.” She smiled playfully, pulling her fingers back, teasing, and began to turn away. “A pill is better than a man.” she added.

"Release me this instant! You have no idea what I can do to you witches!" I wanted to say something but Elliot signalled me that he would handle it. "Firstly, we aren't witches. I am Elliot Vile. You should recognize that name." Devils' names ever known quite well in the waters. Her pink eyes shone when she heard his name. "Y-you're the land devil. The sea devil's brother. What do you want from me?" "It's simple." The mergirl turned to me and looked surprised when she saw me. Elliot noticed the change in the mergirl's attention so he turned to me.

he said, not sparing me a glance even though my eyes bulged and I squawked at the term, girlfriend. Last time I checked, I was his annoying stepsister he regularly had sex with. "Do you mind?" He asked, obviously asking for space and privacy even though it was HER apartment. Heck, with that tone, he could ask for the world and it would be given to him. Delilah grinned like a fat cat that got the cream, "sure, sure, I was just on my way out." She scampered all the way back into the room and came back out carrying an overnight bag.

Even Belie, is doubtful about his intention, of calling and talking to James, even he is reluctant, at the end, he convinces him, to give the number. It takes long time, before someone answer, the phone. Possibly, they are taking a rest by that time, but Dexter is very eager, to have a word, with his best friend before, who is now the husband, of his ex-girlfriend. It is a terrible thought, he lost his girlfriend to his best friend. “Hello, who is this?” it is a girl on the other end of the line.

"Do you really want me to leave?" Lionel Alan knew that keeping her would only cause more pain for both of them, so he still insisted on letting her go. “Vivian Letitia, after this you will no longer be my girlfriend. But you will forever be the one I love the most, I'm going to be late. You should go back first…”

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like a drum. “You’re right,” Dominique said, his voice low and menacing. “But since you think I’m the devil, then I’ll gladly accept the name. And you, my dear, will be known as The Devil’s Handmaiden.” My heart raced as Dominique’s words hung in the air, a dark promise that sent shivers down my spine. The reality of my situation crashed down on me with the force of a tidal wave. This wasn’t just some cruel joke or a bad dream this was my new reality. And Dominique was the one holding all the cards.

"Baby, this club has a man downstairs right now getting whipped by a woman dressed like a nun..." I nearly choke on air. "A WHAT?!" "Exactly..." She leans closer. "Which is why this?" She gestures vaguely at me entirely. "...this whole little virgin adventure you’re planning? Is a terrible idea." I stiffen instantly and her teasing tone softens slightly. "Listen sweetheart, these men are beasts..." she says bluntly. "Every single one of them is looking for the next easy fuck." Her gaze flickers over me carefully. "And you..." She sighs. "You seem to me like the type to want sweet cuddles and mushy shit like rainbows and butterflies... You won't get that here."