Romans & histoires Little Miss Devil

She should be. My phone buzzes. I don't have time to look at it, my hands need to be ready to greet my foe as we stroll out of the elevator, diamonds flashing with just a hint of gun. Whatever it is can wait. "Haz!" Devil D. shouts from across the room. "Come meet my associates," he waves at the gaggle of Ms. Cherry's girls sitting half dressed at a poker table. "Let's deal you in." Nodding, I take me a seat as I turn to my group and ask Lisa to pour me a double.

So people being wary of pretty people makes sense. The biblical devil was the most beautiful. Still, I cling to the Earth expression, the greatest trick the devil played was convincing the world he didn’t exist. For all the forms that evil takes, I know that true Devils lie in the details that every one seems to miss. Details, I shouldn’t have missed.

He didn’t need to speak for me to hear his thoughts: How far will she go before she forgets herself? They called me many things now. Some whispered “queen.” Others muttered “witch.” But the name that stuck, the one that spread like wildfire through the underworld, was the one I never asked for, the one I never denied. The Devil’s Handmaiden. From been sold as a Handmaiden into the blackwood mansion, to rising as the queen, the one who stole the heart of the Devil “Dominique”. I hadn’t chosen it. But it was mine. And I would carry it well with so much pride abd dignity.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

The dress was a perfect fit, clinging to my body in all the right places and also, it was my favourite colour…red, with some sparkles making it almost impossible for me not to go unnoticed. Anyways. I didn't want the guard to ruin my night. I wanted to clear my head and I was going to do that. The loud sounds of music welcomed me, along with a very disgusting scene of people fucking themselves. I mean get a room you freaks. Eww. With a struggle, I pushed down the contents of the meal which threatened to spill from my lips and continued with our walk to a table. The waitress approached us. “ Good evening, you guys. What would you like this evening?”

"I think he has a point. I'm not one to judge people, but she seems genuine. She has been with you since your injury and even tried to spend the night here. I had to practically force her to go home. Dare I say she might even like you." "I think you are wrong Felipe." My mind went back to the kiss we shared. "Think about it. What woman would go out of her way for a man she didn't need anything from? She couldn't possibly be after your money, she has tons of it." I sighed, giving up. "I don't know, that woman is difficult to read. I wish I could know how her mind works." "Why do you think she's called the devil? You can never know what she's thinking."

he said and came closer "So you see cupcake you deserve the punishment since you punished me first, the devil always punish the wrongdoers and always payback 10 folds." he said and I went red, must he give me such punishment, doesn't he miss my lips the way I miss his. "That's unfair, I misunderstood the situa...." my sentence was cut off as the devil smashed his lips on mine, he drew me impossibly closer.(Cupcake pov) Am such a fool I kept thinking as tears rolled down my eyes, I don't care about the awkward glance people are giving me I just couldn't control the tears. Martha was right all men are the same, if Mike could cheat on her even after all his love then what makes Devil different.

Her eyes glistened as she reported, “Today, we have a very special guest -” “Ahhh!” “Devil! Devil!” “I love you, Carlos Ronaldo!” “How do you know it’s The Devil?” Mindy asked, her face showing a hint of confusion. “Did someone leak my show’s agenda today?” Laughter echoed throughout the studio as Mindy formed varied expressions on her face. Then, she chuckled and said, “Kidding! Of course, there is a leak! Otherwise, we would not be topping the ratings right now!” Hoots and praises roared the studio before Mindy resumed, “For the first time ever. The Devil will give an exclusive interview. Today, we will learn about his motivations, his struggles and! His sweet romance!”

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

If I part my legs a little, it will only cover my clit. Fully dressed in my short latex skirt and uniform top, I dash out. Finally, I arrive at the club after, and run over to the counter, avoiding a bunch of hot naked ladies teasing their client’s cock. “You’re lucky that the manager isn't here.” Wren, my grumpy colleague, throws me a bunch of keys. “The ‘Devils’ are coming.” Holy fuck! My face lit up with a blush. My masked predator is the Devil’s Don. “And their rooms need to be perfect…”