Little Miss Devil Novels & Stories

I felt alive. I spotted one of my girls, a stunning blonde, dancing on stage. She caught my eye, winked and smiled, and I giggled. She was mine, one of my best earners, Stella. I continued to make my way towards the VIP section, where my partners and I conducted our... business. We deal with more than just drinks and music here. We dealt in secrets, in desires, and in the forbidden. I made it all happen. The Devil's Kiss was my pride and joy, a massive facility with over 80 rooms, each one designed to cater to a specific desire or fantasy. We had room for every taste, from the ordinary to the extreme.

However, Avery could not find anything useful about Devil Alliance. Elliot noticed Avery’s frown and asked, “What’d you find?” “That’s the thing. I couldn’t find anything about them.” Elliot turned to the man who broached the subject and asked, “Where did people see this so-called Devil Alliance?” The man said, “I think it was someone at a bar. They say that its members consist of three stunning ladies. It took them less than five minutes to defeat my underling’s squad. They’re arrogant and have foul mouths, too.”

I would not imagine being in an environment where I am befriended by the devils and if I would have attempted to imagine then it would be more terrifying. Unknowingly the true love of my life Imani; I call her my black beauty had been used to staying and living with the devil characters. He knew their does and donts and it was now about five years since he got married in a shadow wedding. I had missed everything on her. Not the kisses, not the tight hugs, and even our intimacy.

"Well, then I'll be the one to go first..." "No, I'll go first" "I'm quite good, I'll go first" A smirk lingered at the corner of her lips as she watched the other gamblers stopped their games to fight for a night with her. It's really good to be beautiful and sexy. In less than a minute, everyone turned against each other and fought, throwing stuffs around the bar. The bar man hid to seek shelter from the objects hurled in his direction, Anastasia seems unwavering even as cups broke before her feet, one hit her in the temple.

The only thing making him visible was the light from the fire place. "Would you like to dance with the devil?" He asked as he held his hand out. I stared him, contemplating in my mind. It's not like I had anything to lose. "Okay." I nodded hesitantly, standing to my feet. I walked around the table towards Nikola. His hair silky smooth, His jawline sharp and his lips perfect. He took my hand, His touch making butterflies dance within my stomach. I've never craved his touch and never knew it.

Shrugging to myself, I walk up to him just as he takes his eyes off of the magazine and settles them on me. "So, you got everything done, my butternut?" He asks sweetly and on cue that lady comes out too. "How much is it, miss?" He asks her in a sweet, gentle voice while eyeing her differently. Uh oh, looks like he will not spare her even. Bloody dirty soul! But I will take care of it tonight, for sure. Looking at the lady, I jut one of my eyebrows at her, urging her to say the price. And she does. "Uh, it will be sixty dollars sir!" I give her a smirk which means I appreciate you, girl. She smiles shyly before taking the money that Devin gives her. As I have said, she deserves it. And besid

I watch as Mr Layne laughs, he seems confident he will get me. “Easy, six hundred.” I stare at him, okay that is a lot. At the most, it is three hundred. Then again, I am used to where we lived before. This place apparently has more money. I see the other women grow impatient, and I don’t blame them. We stand here, and then they choose who they want, the last woman is the least wanted. Which has to hurt to know. “I guess I am paying two thousand four hundred.” I stare at Mr Devil, is he joking? Everyone is standing looking at him shocked, except the guy who runs the place he is just smiling a lot. His eyes roll like he is used to this sort of thing.

Makayla clicked her tongue and bit on her lips. Knox stayed quiet. "Are you one of those women that throw themselves at my brother?" "And are you one of those sisters that snoop their nose in their brother's affairs instead of minding theirs?" Makayla asked instead, a sly smile on her lips. "Gold digger." Dove seethed. "That's it! Enough of your attitude!" Makayla snapped. Swiftly, her hand was in Dove's hair. She knew the hair was a fake one and as she removed it, the wrist watch immediately fell off. "Oh Mr Phillipe? I believe this belongs to you!" She announced on the top of her voice.

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

Tears pool in my eyes as the harsh realization of being a slut to a man who's betrothed to another woman dawns upon me. "Cat caught your tongue, bitch." She leans closer and presses her lips in a sinister smile,"Listen to me for your own good, Anna Harris, that's what your name is, right? After all your video is the most watched clip on the internet in recent days. You amaze me, Harris but you can never satisfy an insatiable man like Hunter Storm. He's a beast when it comes to sex, he'll demand you in kinky ways, fuck you without a mercy even if you're dying and throw you out like some contagious rag once you quench his thirst. He has done it milion times before you or me and he won't stop f