Male Cruella De Vil Novels & Stories

The lady exclaimed, then while being starstruck with her mouth agape, she began to drool. Now, Evans felt even more disgusted. He hadn't understood the look in her eyes before, but now he does. That look was definitely—Lust! His face changed to one of disgust and disdain, his eyes then widened when the lady stretched out her hand to touch him. He stiffened, his blood surged and his eyes turned red, “Get away from me!” Evans yelled loudly, his body reacting to his violent words as they shook and tried to move away but he paused and groaned from the pain in his wrist.

woman, dressed in her typical black dress."I want you to find a girl," he ordered as he sunk back to the chair."Another one," she couldn't help but chuckle."This one is ordinary. My assistant," his voice was simply intent."These ordinary women mark their territory on rich boss' like you.""I can't love anyone if anyone will ever see my true blood-sucking form, they surely will run away from me.""Oh, I won't call a century-old vampire a bloodsucker," her voice had a mixture of charm and ecstasy.___________________________"W-Who are you?" Xandra managed to speak after stuttering in her words."Don't be afraid, Alexandra. Don't be afraid," the woman was taking her steps towards Alexandra while s

Maeve rushed her words and Cruella chuckled. “My my, how humans change at the sight of death.” She said shaking her head. She let her fangs come out fully and began circling Maeve, teasing her. “Please.” Maeve trembled as Cruella's finger grazed her neck. “Please? Are you begging me now? I thought you were hitting me before? Why beg me now? Huh?” Cruella asked and shifted Maeve's hair to the side, giving her a perfect view of her deliciously looking neck.

She said, adding to Jasmine's confusion. "Excuse me?" Jasmine whispered. "Wow! You can talk." The lady chuckled. "Words has it that you don't even speak." She added. "Anyways, it's a good thing you can speak, at least you and I can have a little conversation." She smiled. Jasmine could already tell that the lady sitting in front of her doesn't mean well at all. "But I don't even know you." She replied. "Oh don't worry, you'll find out right now." The lady smirked. "The name's Cruella, and I'm Nicolai's woman."

“It does the job justice, Lady Persephone. We laugh and I throw a pillow in it, which soon closes the door. I turn my gaze back to the piece and smile. What are you up to, Kaanadan? *** It really is a flashy party. The big house that welcomes us is a typical Italian mansion, with all the rustic details and the beauty of the beige stone pillars. The green garden is illuminated and the stone walkway takes us to the center of the party, what is a... nightclub? Celina, dressed as a witch, looks at me with the same surprise, and then I see Marga, dressed as Catwoman, shaking Silvério's hand. I see how tense she is, not unlike Jud, dressed as a fairy godmother, who sticks to her.

They are glowing a bright gold and a cruel smirk slips across his face before he utters the one word I begged to never hear. "Mine."

I insert my letter into the slot on the gate and it automatically lifts upwards and I walk through, it closes back in my wake. A huge female clad in leather suit smiles at me. She is a shewolf, I can sense her. "Anna Fairchild, we have been expecting you." She spreads her hands wide in show of excitement before dropping them to her sides. "I'm Claudia, vice principal war and physical control, welcome to Mooncrust Academy; a school dedicated to training werewolves who posses Alpha and Beta blood. But I'm an omega.

The detail on it was immaculate, almost impossible to believe they weren't real. Cassie just shrugged, her grin wide and unapologetic. “Hey, calm down. Not everyone gets a good dick, and yes, they’re from the human world. But they’re pretty good, don’t you think it’s kind of empowering to not need some asshole werewolf to feel good? They’re better than just fingers, trust me, Talia.” She reached for my hand, but I recoiled, shaking my head violently. “There’s no way in hell I’m touching any of those. Please. Just take me home.” My nose crinkled in disgust.

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.

She rolled her eyes pointedly at him. "What's in it for me?", drawled May very slowly, both eyebrows raised high. "Well, uh... what do you want?", asked Jake a little lost. May squinted at him in a calculating manner, looking him up and down slowly. "A cameo. In your sister's graphic novel. I want to be a werewolf in the next issue, even if it's just a one-panel background character. But I love those novels." "I can't, she will-", started Jake to protest.