Novel & Cerita Male Cruella De Vil

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

The pain was harrowing but so was the toxic energy in this smothering chamber. Color instantly drained from her half dead face when her gaze swept over the creepy creature crawling on the edge of the white mattress. 'W-what's that?', she screamed disbelieving that he could attempt to get her stung by a lethal scorpion. 'My little baby, now yours too', he husked sliding his palm underneath her chin, sensually, erotically, gradually intimidating her into his psychotic game.

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I say with a sigh. "What gorgeous women?" Alessia says rolling her eyes me ."Isabella Marie Davis have you seen yourself? none of the women in the pictures come close to you." She adds looking at me, "Isabella you're gorgeous." Lydia says agreeing with Alessia. I don't say anything, I just listen and smile. "And damn Bella you're so lucky, this is a beautiful beautiful man." Lydia exclaims looking at more pictures of Carter. "Lucky how? I can't be with him and even if I could be with him, he is my dad's business rival so that's a no." I say.

"We couldn't let it get away, otherwise it might hurt someone else." Everyone is silent for a moment as they mull over the situation. A loud howl fills the air once again, this time followed by a low moan of anguish and pain. Everyone looks up at the same time to see the monster lying on the ground. Its entire body is covered in red and black scales. Its claws protrude out of the ends of its fingers. "Oh God," he whispers. "Is that another werewolves!" "Looks like it," he replies. "And it's a big one."

Like a bolt of lightning surging through his body, he turned in a split second, his hand reaching out for the neck of the threat . " What?" He muttered on seeing it was a lady. Alvera was stunned by the sudden reaction. But beyond that, she was a bit lost in his gaze. Daemon's grip on her neck was tight but her eyes scanned the biceps. His eyes were deep and charming. Daemon on the other hand stared blankly. The lady seemed soft but gorgeous. The moon did no less and revealed her beauty. Her round eyes pierced deep into the soul of Daemon. " Get off me . " Alvera said , nearly choking. " Or I will…."

Despite her modest attire, her covered body possessed a captivating charm that captivated his attention. She donned a knee-length, half-sleeved dress in a soft shade of baby blue, revealing her untanned shoulder and slender neck. As he beheld her bosom rise and fall with each breath, a surge of desire coursed through him, prompting him to utter an curse loudly "fuck" She immediately turned her head towards him, her eyes widening upon hearing his curse. Her eyes appeared wide and innocent, resembling the frightened face of a child. Her lips were slightly parted, devoid of any lipstick, as she softly breathed. The sight of her lips tempted him to stain them a deep red with his own.

A period Aldric tends to enjoy the most because nothing excites him more than chaos. However, there was only one tiny problem, Aldric hated being a child, sadly, that was the only identity that could buy the female human's trust as he has observed so far. Islinda, as she was called, was kind to a fault and he, Aldric, was a dark Fae honed to take advantage of such weakness. And he couldn't wait to see how this turns out, the excitement was surging through the veins already.

And then, just as quickly, he collapsed to the floor with a loud thud. “No!” Deluna shouted, her voice cracking with shock and anger. Deluna's face twisted in a mixture of shock and anger. I couldn’t help myself. My lips curled into a smirk, the satisfaction of seeing her exposed too much to ignore. “You see, she’s still the same witch, and like the leopard, she and her spots don’t change,” I said, my words dripping with scorn.

Sienna turned and came face-to-face with a tall woman in red satin, perfectly sculpted features, and cruel eyes. “I’m Cassandra,” the woman said, tilting her head. “Old… friend of Damien’s.” Sienna smiled politely. “Nice to meet you.” Cassandra’s eyes flicked to her gown, then back to her face. “You clean up well—for a maid’s daughter.” The glass in Sienna’s hand trembled. But she didn’t speak. “Oh, don’t look so surprised,” Cassandra said with a smirk. “You think people around here don’t talk? Everyone knows your little Cinderella story. Only problem is, in real life, the prince doesn't love the maid.”