My Little Devil Girlfriend Novels & Stories

He said, “This was so much better than I imagined it would be.” Freya, “…” Inner Devil: ‘Girl, I told you so! That thrust had rehearsal energy!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘The Eiffel Tower is somewhere clapping. Respect.’ Inner Devil: ‘Now imagine the next round. But in a bed. With a headboard.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Or don’t imagine. Just do.’ Inner Devil: ‘Can we do balcony next, please?’ Inner Devil 2: 'Girl, if you get pregnant after this, I'm telling you, your child will be proud!'

"I don't deserve you being this understanding." "Maybe not." I managed something close to a smile, small and tired. "But I'm done spending my life waiting for the world to hand me what I deserve. I'd rather choose what I want instead." "And what do you want?" I looked at him for a long moment, this man who'd been called the Devil by everyone who thought they knew him, who was, underneath all of it, just as broken and just as desperate to fix what had been broken as I was.

Could it be that I really like this mischievous guy? "I love you, Din. Will you be my girlfriend?" His eyes widen as he holds both of my hands. I see the seriousness in his gaze. The way he looks at me makes my feelings instantly crumble uncontrollably. But I still try to focus and think for a moment, even though it's difficult. "Hmm...?" I haven't finished my answer. "Din, you don't have to answer right now, it's okay. I'll wait until you're ready to answer," Devano reassures me.

Am I that unimportant? Cindy chuckles. “Oh, darling. I told you before, he’s getting a choice. They all are.” She drops her gun hand to her side. My heart flips back and starts beating again. Lee’s mouth opens — then closes again. Cindy leans closer, eyes lit up like a match has been struck behind them. “He’s just another devil wrapped in tattoos and childhood issues. So I’m going to destroy every last thing he loves. Like he did with me. And my friend.” I gasp. Because if they really plan to break the devil … I have a pretty good idea where they’d aim first …

I couldn’t exactly give James’ credit to Devon. Tania couldn’t believe it. She looked between me and Devon. He looked at me. I mouthed, “Please.” He sighed. “Yeah. Belle is my girlfriend.” “Now that that’s out of the way, maybe you can give us some privacy, Tania.” Devon said. “Please.” “Unbelievable.” She glared at me, her chest heaving. “I’ll be taking one of these.” She grabbed a bouquet and stormed out. Devon turned to me. “Well, that was something.”

Kathy thought. “L- Let me go,” she barked again as she looked at him smirking at her, but her voice was stuttering. Aaron leaned closer to her ear and whispered while licking her earlobe, which made her heart freeze. “Do you know Little Devil? Who is the person behind your kidnapping?” he paused as he gazed his thumb on her lips. “It’s me, Little Devil. It’s me, Aaron Wolf, the person you hate the most,” he said and chuckled when Kathy’s eyes squinted and she looked at him wide eyed. The corner of his lips curl and she is kind of terrified seeing him. She yanked his hands, which were gazing at her lips.

“You don’t understand. The world tried to break me. Men, bills, loneliness, the weight of everything I lived through—Malik didn’t force his way in. I opened the door.” Malik’s grip on my hand tightened—gentle, not controlling. His eyes softened with something I had never expected to see in a demon: Devotion. Tenderness. Fear of losing me. “I love you,” he murmured. “Not the way demons are meant to. Not the way humans understand. But I do.” Aunt Dee backed away slowly. “Then that’s worse,” she whispered. “Because demons who love? They destroy everything to keep what they claim.”

Everything in my life is splendid, the devil is no more Am now in ss1, and yes am still crushing on Oliver I couldn't make my move cause he dating Amina A girl in our class, but I have hope I know things will be fine As long as the devil is no more, our new house is splendid Four rooms apartment, I always describe it as cute Am also super close with dad, but I just hate it when he brings up the devil And in dads eyes, that devil is an angel

The storm howled outside, but inside the world shrank to his hand against her cheek, her tears on his skin, his breath ghosting warm against her lips. She leaned down, kissing him softly. Not the desperate kiss in the rain, not the clash of survival and fear. This one was slower, tender, aching with everything she hadn’t said. Devotion. Relief. A vow she hadn’t realized she’d already made. When she pulled back, his eyes burned—not with fire, but with something quieter, something raw. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. Exhaustion claimed him soon after. The fight bled from his body, his hand slipping from hers, his chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm that slowly steadied into sleep.

"Yeah, but you can't just ask me to do it here, you know. There are literally a lot of people around." "Do you want me to scare them away?" My jaw fell open. "What?!" "Oh, nothing darling." Valerian flashed a sly smile. "You really are a devil," I blurted out. Valerian laughed. "Well, I shoot my shot." "Pervert," I remarked as I grinned. Valerian laughed even louder. I saw how his shoulders moved up and down as his angelic laugh enveloped my hearing. Gosh. . . he sounded so heavenly.