Male Cruella De Vil Novels & Stories

His doll. And now she’s missing. This was one of the reasons why he didn’t want her to leave the villa, but he couldn’t say no after the conversation they had this morning over the phone call. For the first time, he couldn’t say no after she threatened him to leave. Who could have believed that the great Nikolai Kusabolatov, one of the most fearsome mobs all over Russia, couldn’t say no to a woman? A petite, doll-looking innocent woman.

She wasn't here to bargain with the Franzels, but instead, she was there to remind them that she was no longer the weak person that they had always been her as. "This bitch—” Scarlet said angrily as she got up, her claws ready to tear Sandra down, but Sandra just stared at her body like she had better things to do than to be here with them. "Shut up, and sit. The Fuck Down,” Sandra said, her voice coming out in growls, as her nails elongated and tuned into werewolf claws. Her eyes were golden, like a true luna’s eyes. Without saying another word, Scarlet Framzel instantly shut up, and sat down like she was commanded to, an action that shocked everyone at the table but not more than Aztec Mar

A beautiful girl wearing a green dress with her hair done up like princess Aurora, she walked on the red carpet to King Alpha's throne inside the palace. "Welcome, Sweety!" said Brandon with a beaming smile. Rachel looked at Brandon's handsome face clearly. She had heard from people about Brandon being very cruel. Truly, at this moment Rachel was very afraid. Her father sold her to the cruelest Alpha, and Rachel suspected that she would be tortured by Brandon. Brandon looked into Rachel's beautiful eyes, inwardly praising Rachel, "How beautiful you are! I love your beautiful eyes, your long black hair, and your sexy lips."

“DON’T SHOOT IT!” I cried out loud and grabbed Adrian by the arm, “I know him! He is—” “Your admirer?” He snarled. His hard muscle flexed underneath the shirt. His whole body was tensed in rage. “I underestimated you, Mia Rivers. When did you hook up with a royal?” “What the hell are you talking about! He is a friend…” His eyes sparkled with madness and anger, “Whoever that is, I will FUCKING kill him! He should have seen this coming when he seduced my wife!”

I breathe. “And to make things clear, Juliette.” He begins again, “So you don’t get the wrong idea. So you don’t think this is some mistake in my part. Because i’ve thought this through, and i realized shes the one i’ve always wanted, Juliette. Not you. It was never you.” Two years… and it was never me? “It’s over between us.” He says, “And for extra effect… i’ll tell you this. I Evan Blackwell, Prince of the Blackwell wolves, reject you, illegitimate daughter of Noxian Thorne, as my fated mate.”

The whiskey burned, but not enough. I sat in the corner of the bar, alone, elbows resting on sticky wood, shadows clinging to me like guilt. The place was quiet except for the low hum of the television above the bar and the occasional clink of ice against glass. Then I heard her name. “Elena Valmont wins legal battle. Full inheritance granted. Family corruption exposed.” I looked up. There she was—on screen. Her picture filled the space above the bar like a punch to the chest. Her hair pulled back, eyes calm and strong. Too strong. She didn’t look like the girl I used to know. She looked like the woman I lost.

Christopher medal that once hung from his neck was gone—only a faint mark remained, proof that he'd once been someone's most precious treasure. I didn't know how long I had knelt there, or how long I had cried. My chest had gone numb with pain, and my tears had all run dry. Just when I thought everything was over, Eira came downstairs. The sharp click of her 5-inch heels echoed through the lobby.

"This girl is amazing!" Then a few more questions were asked and Dilara was given a computer. Then it went to silent movies. Dilara bent down to me and said, "All the credits came to me when you should have collected the credits." "If you want to buy the computer, I will give it to you." I shrugged. "It doesn't matter, aren't we a group after all, what does it matter you or me?" I asked. "True, but still, what do I know."

I’ll find a way. "Fine," I grumble to Arabella and she tilts her head slowly, her eyelids fluttering. I lower the phone to my face so I can get a closer look at her and fuck, she’s easily perfection. Her curls stick to her cheeks, falling over her shoulders, and her lips are slightly parted. The urge to dive my tongue through them burns hard in me and I mutter several curses under my breath, suppressing the want to lick my tongue across my screen. That’d be some weird shit.

"Okay, boss ..." The two of them walked out quietly. But before the two of them really came out, the door to Lester's room opened wide and revealed a woman with a face full of sweat. Even her blonde hair looked wet in places. Her bright blue eyes stared intently at Lester, who was now raising an eyebrow. "Lester! Are you really going ?!" .