Male Cruella De Vil Novels & Stories

She always made stupid excuse by saying white always make her scared, it just as if she's seeing a ghost anytime she saw someone in pure white cloth "You're crazy you know that? This white here Miss was suppose to be yours" "I hate white you know that" "But white are always good and the best" "I don't care I hate it and I hate it" huh! This lady here won't stop to irritate me sometimes with her attitude "What about the make-up artist,they were suppose to be here by now!"I exclaim "Calm down grumpy,I'm the one that owns today so why shouting and moreover you don't like make-up right? So why pacing your heart" zee said laughing

“Oh, Mr. Luciano doesn’t want to let loose for our doll. He bids thirty million dollars. Does anyone want to get higher than thirty?” I now had a hard time following the dialogues, and the numbers kept on getting higher and higher, and it’s making me dizzy. “Counting once…” “… going twice…” “…thri– Oh, we have a new bidder for this doll. Mr. Bronislav bids Fifty Million Dollars.” “Wow, just wow.” I felt like I wasn’t a human. I felt like a piece of trash that had been found in the dumpster, which they cleaned and put in a box where stupid people collected them.

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.

"Please, fuck me." Krampus's fangs gleamed in a wicked smile. "Oh, we have only begun, naughty one."

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."