New Sister Devil Novelas e Histórias

Devika left her mother and sister behind in the middle of the night with only a letter and a promise to return stronger. She had work to do. The AlphaForge Academy would never see her coming. And when they did, it would already be too late. Because the girl they cast aside had become something else entirely. She was no longer just a lost daughter of a fallen pack. Devika would learn how the academy worked, find the truth about what happened to her brother. And when the time comes, she would destroy Alpha Jaxson and his son with her own hands. She was the storm. The blade in the dark. The rightful Alpha of Nightvale. And she was coming for blood.

Just clenched her fists tighter. "What’s your name?" Her voice cracked. "Sarah." I stared at her. Her eyes welled with tears... and for the first time in a long time, my heart did something strange. It twisted. "I... I want to leave," she whispered. "Please. Just take me away from here." I hesitated. Then nodded. "Yeah. I’ll get you out of here." Jackson drove us off, the city shrinking behind us. I’ve lived a double life for years... CEO by day, mafia lord by night. I’ve never mixed business with sentiment. Never cared.

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**

Then the waves of pleasure began, and for a while – for quite a long while, actually – Briley thought no more. **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Dux, Drake and Briley’s story, and catching up with The Road Devils cast of characters. ‘The Devil’s Ice’ (The Road Devils MC #5), Ice and Vixen’s story, is the next book in the series and it's available here on GoodNovel. I'd also like to invite you to check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

"Are you even sure you have what it takes to be his wife? The mother of his unborn children?" I looked up, slowly and he gave me a crooked smile. "Being polite and cuddly isn’t going to cut it when you’re marrying a devil from Marseille." He said, stepping slow around the counter. "He’s back home now. Back where all his demons and ghosts lie. Back where his family always wanted him. Back in the serpent den." I gripped the glass tightly. As I began to pour, Cedric stepped forward and placed his hand over mine, stopping the motion and resting both our hands on the juice box.

“Oh, Taylor is here. I’m going to have my O-therapy. You? Up to you! But if I were you, I’d listen to your little deviant thoughts. Bye! Love you, Sis!” Inner Devil: ‘She said “join him in the shower.” That’s a direct command from the sisterhood of sin. We have clearance.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Your sister is off to O-therapy. You? Still wrapped in a blanket of regrets.’ Inner Devil: ‘Stand up, Freya. Take your future into your own hands.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Shower sex: Because nothing says love like slipping, sliding, and questionable grip strength.’ Inner Devil: ‘Picture Titanic—except it’s not just a handprint. It’s your whole body fogging up the glass, your boobs smushed like pancakes, while Kenn

He licked his lips, still looking. I looked down and realized my nipples had already hardened beneath the fabric. “Say you want us, baby sister, and we'll have you so weak you won't be able to walk again,” Devon said, smacking my ass. The sound echoed through the silent basement. “No. I'm your big sister.” I still protested, but my voice was weak. I had never been involved in a threesome, and I had always told myself I never would be. But with them around, I didn't know if I could keep that promise.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

Nicolas stood at my shoulder and told me the history in the low voice of a man narrating a church. "The night he was nineteen," Nicolas said, "the law owed him fourteen deaths. His father dead a season, the succession contested, and the old law plain as a knife: the challenger dies, and the backers die with him. Thirteen wolves backed Corvin Blackwood that night. The pack came here expecting a slaughter. It's what a nineteen-year-old does; it's what we understood." He looked across the sand at his cousin, who stood in the ring's center in judgment black, still as a held breath. "He struck thirteen names into the roll of men instead. One by one. Out loud. And he spared the fourteenth — the on