Miss Angel And Miss Devil Novels & Stories

But even she could not control everything. In the underworld, Damon sat on his obsidian throne, listening to yet another report about the rabid demon’s surviving allies. His jaw tightened. His patience was thin. His ministers trembled when he spoke. Every demoness in the court watched him with hungry eyes. They adored him, feared him, worshipped him. Lily was the worst of them. She hovered near him constantly, her voice sweet, her smile poisonous. She was beautiful in a sharp, dangerous way, with silver hair and eyes that glowed faintly from her fallen angel heritage. Her father had been a fallen angel, a master of hypnosis. Only demons of high authority could resist his influence. Lily inhe

it was like the devil himself confessing his acts. I’m indeed the Devil’s Bride. The kind of devil that you’re so comfortable with, before you even realize. The kind that makes your pussy drip, even when you’re angry. “ Megan, just in case my father asks, he shouldn’t know that I told you this or what happens to any of my ex-wives. Okay baby? I need you now like never before. I just thought of letting you know because it just happened suddenly…”

My chest tightened painfully. "I'm here." I brushed her hair back gently...trying to give her hope...trying to tell her she wasn't alone. But then my world titled. No. The woman slowly lifted her face...and she wasn't Camila. I staggered backward because my heart nearly stopped. This wasn't her...this wasn't my Cam. Malachi had played dirty. Again. I spun around, Bianca had already untied the child. Confusion covered her face. I rushed over, looked...And everything felt worse than before. My voice came out barely above a whisper.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

I'm not that little boy who would put his family name to shame for a woman. especially with the devil's daughter.

I hated and was even jealous of her and although for some reason, she gradually became more and more mediocre as we grew older while I managed to outshine her and became the perfect socialite, those feelings had never disappeared. So when I saw the opportunity of getting rid of her for good which at the same time could also make her miserable, I took the chance and tricked her into coming home. Then, I led her to believe that I was being forced to marry Mr Devil which made her to help me 'escape'. She probably had no idea that the moment she did that, she had fell into the trap carefully designed for her, the end of which was that she would have no choice but to marry Mr Devil. The plan hadn

There's a distinct way that the devil uses to call her child, each one's different from the other, sometimes she calls them by giving a secret message on a portion of restaurant food, or have a paper airplane fly over you, the most brutal was when she sent a voodoo doll with pins on its forehead and a picture of the person she wanted to summon. She's always creatively dangerous, and Misha tried to distance herself from her. As far as she knows, she handpicked those she wanted to be her children, and without any objection or what from her chosen, they'll become her children. As far as she knows, there are only four of them: Blanche, Astolfo, Justice, and Serpent. She hasn't met Justice and Se

Angelica said before she took a bite of her cheeseburger. “It goes way beyond that; the only reason I am here is for Shayla.” Devon said as he took a seat on a cushioned couch. “So, you know my mom?” Angelica asked in between bites. “Yeah, she was like my little sister.” Devon said as he rubbed his head. “I miss her a lot. The last time I saw her, you were just a baby.” “I made a mess of everything by just being born.” Angelica muttered, looking down at her food.

Tears pool in my eyes as the harsh realization of being a slut to a man who's betrothed to another woman dawns upon me. "Cat caught your tongue, bitch." She leans closer and presses her lips in a sinister smile,"Listen to me for your own good, Anna Harris, that's what your name is, right? After all your video is the most watched clip on the internet in recent days. You amaze me, Harris but you can never satisfy an insatiable man like Hunter Storm. He's a beast when it comes to sex, he'll demand you in kinky ways, fuck you without a mercy even if you're dying and throw you out like some contagious rag once you quench his thirst. He has done it milion times before you or me and he won't stop f