My Devil Tutor Novels & Stories

He was never supposed to want her. She was never supposed to survive him. But some fates are written in stone. And their love? It might burn the world down. ***** DANTE SALVATORE is a devil blessed with the face of an angel and cursed with a past he refuses to confess. Raised in the shadows of Europe's deadliest families, he carved an empire from blood and betrayal. He doesn't believe in God. He doesn't believe in love. Only power and control. But when he's given a gift by an old enemy, a trembling girl in holy white ,he doesn't expect her eyes to shake something loose in him. Something dangerous that could unravel everything he's built. …. CELESTE MOREAU is a fallen saint. A girl with too much guilt in her bones and too many prayers left unanswered. Haunted by the night her mother died while she was sneaking out to meet a boy, she's spent six years behind church walls, trying to repent. Trying to disappear. She knew what the other sisters did in the shadows. She just prayed she'd never be chosen. But when her only friend begs her to take her place for a mysterious client, Celeste finds herself sold to the most dangerous man in Europe. He is sin incarnate. And when he touches her, she doesn't feel fear. She feels alive.

He smirked down at me, clearly enjoying my tears. “Look at you. Where's that cocky, arrogant little brat that runs his mouth without pausing to think for a moment? You look better this way… humbled and willing. Are you sure you want to sign the agreement?” I nodded quickly, too eager and too desperate. “Yes! Yes, please! I'll sign it!” “Keep in mind, if you sign it, there's no going back.” He said, “Everything about you will belong to me… your hole, you cock, your mouth… everything! I get to own it all. And I'll treat you however I deem fit. Mean. Dirty. Rough. You take it all. And you dare not utter a single word of complain. Understood?” My stomach churned in utter disgust by the inhumane words that came out of his cock sucking mouth. But I didn't really have a choice here. He saw to it. I'm trapped. I pressed my eyes shut, voice weak, “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, I understand.” “Good.” He said, “Now, get up.” … How the hell was Tate Parker supposed to know that a moment of uncontrolled anger and pride would cost him his perfect life and whole freedom? He should have listened to the warnings… but he was too headstrong to. He should have seen the deadly signs… but he was too pompous to. And as consequence of his actions, he's entrapped and got nowhere else to go. Julian Belmont. That's his name. Tate believes he's a vile, twisted, cruel and psychotic devil hiding in a human facade. And that's exactly what he is. He's got Tate right where he wants him. And Tate can't escape him. He knows better than to try.

After being cheated on by her husband with her best friend on her first wedding night, Rosalyn decided to be a surrogate mother. However, her insemination partner was not the one she had originally chosen, but Lorcan Valentino, the dangerous and heartless bachelor of the city. "I'll give you whatever amount of money you want, but you can't let the child know that you're his mom." "I'm broke right now but I won't sell my child to you for money.” "You don't have any other choice but to stay here till the birth of my child or I won't mind chaining you.” Rosalyn knew Lorcan could go to any lengths to snatch her child away from. She plans to go abroad but only finds herself forced to pay her husband's debt who runs away from the loan sharks. Now, she had no choice but to go to Lorcan for help. "Are you still a virgin?" he whispered against her cheek, "I don't mind sleeping with a pregnant woman."

“Do you want me to take it out?” I rubbed my finger against her p*ssy. “You’re drenched. I know you enjoy it. Just stop fighting it. Submit to your desire.” *** TARA   A family custom forces me to run away from home, leaving me disgraced and my family in shame.   Just when I start making new friends, someone threatens to expose who I am and the person behind my nom de plume. The condition— a contract marriage.   So, what’s so different this time? The groom? Mad Shanewood— the achingly handsome, with waving red flags and an irrefutable passion.   But after a glimpse beneath his shallow exterior, there is a damaged soul who makes me feel as if I’m everything to him.   While the whole world is watching, our delicately fragile public image is at stake. And how is it that the one thing I never wanted has me fighting so hard to keep?   ***   MAD   I always get the deal done until my recklessness has thrown the company into a tailspin, derailing my path to a billion-dollar project. With my image under brutal public scrutiny, marriage is my last straw.   But Tara Montimer not only intrigues me. She’s kind-hearted and sexy as hell, and something deep in her eyes makes me doubt if I’m worthy of her.    For me, it’s not just fixing my reputation— the entrancing deposed princess didn’t only steal my breath away. She penetrates the protective wall around my heart.   Our goals may be aligned, but then there’s a disapproving father who is a King, constant threats around us, and a law that prevents us from getting married.   Will this razor-thin edge arrangement be enough to fix what’s been broken, or is something between us worth fighting for?

Elliot scanned his eyes round Lexa's curvy body, making her nervous. “Wow. Such beauty,” he said, with the most glorious smile. “A-are you him?” Alexa had never felt so weak. “What was I thinking? I forgot I can’t kill royals so easily. I definitely won’t want to kill you.” He bowed before her. “I’m sorry your majesty. I forgot you were royalty.” Alexa gulped. He moved like flash, appearing here and there within the twinkle of an eye. He sped to her back and held her waist. She whimpered. “I know everything about you and I know what you want,” he whispered in her ear. “I know you want me.” She pulled away from him. He smiled… a deadly smile. Alexa wanted to be strong, she was a Queen after all. “If you know what I want then you must tell me what you want in return.” "Everyone knows that the devil wants," Elliot said, smiling with great lust. *** Will the love between the devil and a prized angel ever succeed? Will a prophecy overrule a witch's curse? Will Elliot be given an second chance into holiness? Will their love prevail and will their forbidden love be accepted by the realms?

From bestselling author Emily Goodwin comes the epic start to a sexy and exciting paranormal romance series... Never trust a vampire. I might have learned that lesson the hard way. But when I find myself in a vampire-owned bar, I don’t have much of a choice. With vampires still trying to assimilate into mainstream society, I’ve done Lucas King a favor by stopping one of his patrons from draining a human dry in the basement of his bar. A favor he'd prefer to repay in bed than in kind. Vampires and witches have had more than a jaded history, and when witches start showing up dead in surrounding covens, all signs point to something old and powerful. Something that knows the ways of the witches.Something--or someone--like Lucas. What's worse than trusting a vampire? Falling in love with one.Dead of Night a vampire/witch romance and is book one in the Thorne Hill series.

Labeled the harbinger of calamity from birth, she was nameless, discarded, and hated by the kingdom. Yet, she moved through life, hoping to awaken her wolf and find her mate. It was her consolation, only to be slapped in the face with the brutal reality shortly after: she was wolfless and rejected by her mate for her twin sister, the darling of the kingdom. She awaited death, the brutal end of every Harbinger of Calamity who couldn't redeem themselves with a wolf or a mate. However, at the last minute, she was forced to take her twin sister's place, and become the bride of the Grand Preceptor/Tutor, an enigma who only left his legend but no face. Rumor said he was the oldest man in the kingdom, barely holding on to his last breath. "He is desperate for an heir," Her father, the Duke said, "Give him a child by all means. Everything he owns must belong to this family. If you can do that, I'll make sure you own land, properties, and titles." "Don't blame us for how we treated you all those years, it's your fault that you were born with a curse. So, don't let this opportunity to redeem yourself go." Her mother. "I could even take you as my concubine if you succeed," her ex-mate, the crown prince. But why is the man who was said to be old and feeble, and dying soon, looking younger and stronger than the crown prince himself? Why is the man who was said to be desperate for an heir telling her, "Put your clothes back on, you're not a vessel for my heir, you're my Luna."? And why does he look at her like she's the air he breathes? "We will make them pay," he kissed her tenderly.

"The deal was to become the fake mother of your twins, live with them and act like their sweet, perfect bossom only. Follow the contract and fucking let go of me" she glared, her hazel eyes wavering as she lay trapped under the devil, on his king-sized bed. "Say that again" his dulcet voice ran deep into her veins, his hand trapping her wrist above the headboard. "Let. Go. Of. Me!" She spat but her breaths hitched when the man slipped his fingers in between her sinfully-soaked thighs. "Aren't you such a bad little liar, dolcissima?" --- Violette La Rosa wasted five years of her life loving a man who saw her as nothing but his financial fountain. On the day of her wedding with him, she found out a secret which shattered her. Stung by the fatal venom of betrayal, Violette resorted to stabbing Dominic on the alter. Jail was inevitable, but in the wild turnaround, she got an offer from the most devilish mafia living—Massimo Visconti,, boss of the Cosa Nostra. Desperate Violette grabbed the offer with her two hands, but can she get used to living with the devil and his spawns?

I made a deal with the Devil. My soul, in exchange for seven days on earth after I died. The eleventh hour after my death happened to fall on our third wedding anniversary. The moment I walked through the door, he had just come home from another woman's place. He had an anniversary gift waiting for me. A set of sapphires. But the card tucked beside them bore another woman's name. I spotted a pale lavender hair tie in his hand. Once, I would have fought him over a hair tie like that, all the way from the front hall to the study. This time, I said nothing. It was him who froze instead, staring at me like I was a stranger. "You didn't used to be like this. I almost miss the way you used to fall apart over everything." He was right. The old me would have thrown a fit over something as small as him forgetting to cut my steak. But ever since the miscarriage, my heart had been dying by slow degrees. When I found out I was pregnant, I was overjoyed. I wanted him to be the first to know. But I couldn't reach him, no matter how many times I called. I lost the baby. I hemorrhaged. That very afternoon, while I lay on the operating table, a photo of him and that woman hit the entertainment headlines. He never even knew I had carried a child. Now there was only one last thing I wanted from him. To drive me up to the northern coast, and bury me with his own hands. But when he realized I had truly vanished from this world, he came undone.

She was always the shadow. He was always chasing the light. Lavinia Hartwell had learned early that love was rarely for girls like her. She was the quiet one, the overlooked one—always second to her luminous best friend, Verity Langford. Even Henry Wynthorne, the boy whose compassion had unexpectedly caught her heart in high school, only had eyes for Verity. But years change people. Henry’s dreams of studying abroad collapsed with his father’s death. Verity left. Success became his only compass, and alcohol his only escape. And somehow, in the wreckage, there was Lavinia—never demanding, never judging, quietly holding him together in ways he never noticed… until she was gone. When an arranged engagement threatened to give her to him, Henry assumed she was being forced into it and set her free. Lavinia smiled, thanked him—and walked away, taking with her the steady presence he had taken for granted. Only then did Henry begin to notice the ache. The way her absence unsettled him. The way another man’s hand on her waist ignited a heat that was not anger, but something darker, sharper, and dangerously possessive. A single night blurred the lines forever—her lips on his, soft at first, then desperate, as though she’d loved him all her life. Desire flared, undeniable. But in the morning, she was gone again. Now, with Verity back and the past colliding with the present, Henry must face the truth: he no longer loves the woman he once chased. But has he realized too late who truly held his heart all along? Slow-burn, sensual, and laced with aching restraint, this is a story of unspoken devotion, of a man’s reluctant fall, and of the quiet girl who was never anyone’s first choice—until she became the only choice.