New Sister Devil Novelas e Histórias

The yearning in her eyes was palpable. “Beta Devin, meet Luna Verona of the Blood Canyon pack, and Kayla’s long lost sister.” Damien said awkwardly. “MINE!!” Devin roared and tried to rush towards Verona again. Damien stepped in the middle trying to hold him back. My mated sister is soulmates with Beta Devin. This is not good! Of all the ways for the moon goddess to fuck with us! Damien did his best to hold him back, and in the end had to give him a Alpha command to stay away.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

Angel aka Aashmaan didn't tell Neil her real name. Neil smirked at her and Aashmaan waved her little hand. "Devil's Angel", Devil murmured unknowingly and went to meet his brothers. ... Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

“You talk a lot.” “You’re so mean.” I pouted before a genius idea popped into my mind. “You know what? We should be best friends because you’re marrying my best friend. We should all be best friends together!” I couldn't contain my excitement and hugged him tightly with a big smile on my face. “Althaia.” The familiar voice of the Devil spoke, making me turn around to look at him. “Oh, look who came over, Tank Man. It’s il Diavolo.” I giggled.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

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

the woman replied, taking a slow step forward. “What you should be asking is… what have you done?” “I’ve done nothing to you!” “Nothing to me—maybe,” the woman corrected, and a cold, menacing laugh rolled from her throat. “But what you did to my sister? That is something so cruel, so unforgivable… I could never, ever let it pass.” Rach’s face went pale as the realization finally hit her. The woman tilted her head, her eyes glinting with dark satisfaction. “You may call me whatever you want,” she whispered. “But those who know me… call me the White Devil.”

“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