Little Miss Devil Novels & Stories

"Deal Or Deal?" Carl says smirking, leaning to Mia who's eyes widened "You're a devil" She whispers with tears rolling out of her eyes, Carl took his hand to her cheeks, rubbing her jaw softly before he harshly grips it "Wrong Carinõ" "I am The Devil" He says and with no warning, he plunged into her hard, Mia screams as she arched her back, the knife behind her piercing her immediately, Blood trickling down, Carl sees this and smiles

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

Hell no I have given her hundreds of glares in the past few hours of the day. “Oh my gosh you're all red again” she chuckled “Are you helping me pick my outfit or not?” I asked walking off. We had come to buy new office wears for me as I will be one of the designers of RiverStyle. But I haven't made any choice as my mind keeps wandering off. And the witch behind me was not helping matters Julie remained silent. But her smiles never disappeared. “How about seducing him while at the office…” “Julie!” I could feel the amused stares around us. But the devil stood, holding her mouth. Amused

She wouldn't miss this show for anything. What could the devil's son possibly cook?

She heard the rumor that this devil never fuck from the front because he didn't to like to see the face of the one he was fucking. And that's moments she determinate she will mould him, the devil, according to her, how she will enjoy but this is completely different now, she shouldn't accept the offer, she can't even say 'NO' to this devil now since she knew one word escape from her lips and she will never see sunrise again, so it's smarter to stay quiet and hang tight for it to end and yet she was in uncertainty assuming that she truly can leave his underhanded paws..

Her countenance, typically an array of animated expressions, had transformed into a tranquil tableau of serenity. A soft, barely discernible smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her. Even the devil himself, in all his cunning and might, would find himself disarmed before such a woman. She bore no regal lineage, possessed no grand narrative of her life. Her beauty was not the kind to inspire poets or artists, and her dubious occupation had seemingly secured her a spot in the inferno. Yet, there was an aura about Reina, a quality that was singular and extraordinary. She held the uncanny ability to perceive devils—two of them, to be exact. To the untrained eye, they were indis

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**

Emma hated her life at that moment. “You, you are the merchandise, poppet,” Mr Muscle informed her. “Are you crazy? I’m a person, not a thing,” she screamed at them. “Bitch, you are a person who we will sell to other persons. You will make them enjoy themselves for a while and then it will be the next person’s turn,” Mr Tiny told her. “But first I need to sample you. We need to know what price to set,” he grinned and started moving towards her.

It was time for him to meet the rumoured devil and his men. “Wait, who am I kidding?” He laughed, “It’s not as if the devil will notice me even if I’m one of the strippers dancing on the pole.” Everyone knows the devil is a player, but no one has seen him with any woman. There hadn't even been a single scandal about him. It wasn’t as if Kon had seen him in person. However, the things he has heard about the devil were more than enough. He took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room.