Male Cruella De Vil Novels & Stories

I couldn't even remember. The sight of him—all tall and imposing—scared the living hell out of me. I'd never met this man personally, but I knew him by reputation like everyone else. He was known as The Cruel Alpha and was allegedly the Alpha King's right hand. He was known for being vicious, and he'd killed many men during the war that wrecked our world. During the reign of the old alphas, women were respected. Adored. Now, they were nothing. Just playthings. Breeders.

A trickle of blood appeared at the corner of her lip. Cruella, still not realizing who he was, glared furiously at him. “Who do you think you are, hitting me like that?!” she shouted. But several customers recognized Mark immediately—they knew he was the CEO of Asdorf Win’s Corp. One by one, they murmured that Cruella was an absolute fool. Now, panic spread across Cruella’s face. She couldn’t believe that Maria—the woman she had mocked as a poor, small-town nobody—was actually married to a powerful CEO.

Eva scolded. “Just work stuff,” Justine replied immediately. “Why?” “What do you think of this?” Eva twirled slowly in her new reception gown. “So beautiful, darling. You look incredibly sexy in that,” Justine said, winking. Eva smiled with overflowing joy. The gown was truly her dream dress, made of tens of thousands of tiny diamonds, costing up to 160 billion. She could already imagine the media frenzy. Soon, she would officially become Mrs. Justine Kennedy. The man’s wealth wouldn’t run out even in seven generations. Eva had already sworn she would continue modeling—purely for popularity.

Elara is too good, too kind, too sweet to be traded away to a devil like Varek. My eyes are sharp, but we’re too far away for me to make out individual soldiers. Still, I see the flags out there, streaming in green and white, the official colors of Caldara. I imagine their king is right there beneath that waving flag. I wish I could sneak out of the castle tonight, run over there, and kill him in his sleep. Cut off the head of the snake, and it’s no longer a threat, after all.

Selena said but Cruella only scoffed. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "I think it's enough of the camouflage. It's high time you let go of those stupid facades of hiding your devilish act by pretending to be an angel,” Cruella muttered in a brusque tone, lightening the cigarette. Selena clenched her fist, wishing she could snap at her. “Won't you sit?" Cruella asked and Selena raised her head. “No, I will be leaving soon."

I turned around and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I didn't stop until I found the door of the room I'd woken in. I slammed the door behind me with a loud bang, panting furiously. My heart was pounding furiously in my ears. I wrapped my arms around my trembling body and pressed my spine against the door, trying to process all I had seen, heard, and witnessed. I pinched myself one more time to be sure I wasn't dreaming. Vaela, Cruella was working with the wraithborn. How? For how long?

Her eyes widened in amazement as she took in the sight before her—a bustling carnival, filled with vibrant colors, joyful sounds, and the delicious aroma of carnival treats. "A carnival?" she exclaimed, turning to Giovanni with a wide grin. "This is amazing!" He looked pleased with himself. "I thought it might be fun. Something different." She laughed, her heart swelling with affection. "It's perfect, Giovanni." Hand in hand, they wandered through the midway, taking in the sights and sounds. Giovanni bought them tickets for the rides, and they started with the carousel. Gabriella chose a white horse with a golden mane, and Giovanni mounted the one next to her, a fierce-looking black stallion

Crista staggered in her high heels and held onto the wall for support. William was angry. No, he was furious. Did it mean that she had achieved her goal? Crista looked at herself in the mirror and saw her terrible makeup. "It's ugly. Sir, do you think I'm ugly? Please sir, just give me a moment to touch up my makeup.” Before Crista could step forward, William pulled her to him. "Since you want to drink with me, then stay with me!"

"I'll tell you again, if that guy is not good, then definitely leave him, come here with me, I'm also very beautiful and rich, it's not bad to be your husband." After taking a sip of water, Orla Lazy almost spit it out, this girl really knows how to make her laugh, cough twice, she giggles. "Orla Lazy, I'm telling the truth, if he's really not nice to you, tell me, I'll throw him into the sea to feed the sharks, then I'll take you home to raise." Seeing Shreya Celine being so aggressive made her laugh and made her happy. There is something wrong with her in this life, but having her best friend Shreya Celine is definitely right.

I explained the whole scenario. "Olivia the vet want to see the cat now. Let him go." He sighed. "Her" I corrected. "It's a she." He rolled his eyes. ____ The vet came back in a few minutes. "Well, her little legs are a bit bruised." I cut him off. "Cotton. I named her cotton." I heard Xander scoff. I paid him no attention and nodded at the vet to continue. "It looks like Cotton has been a stray for a while now. We're gonna have to keep him to give him a few treatment, and until you can adopt her."