Novel My Handsome Devil Novels & Stories

I'll be craving the man like I'm addicted to a drug, and then the next minute I'll be running away from him like he's the devil himself. Russo was sitting up in the middle of his humongous bed, looking at me with a mix of amusement and interest as the sheets were all tangled up about him. His unkempt appearance added to the raw allure that he exuded rather than taking away from it. At this point, it was getting difficult to even focus, and I knew that Russo was having a field day watching my discomfort, or maybe he was having improper thoughts just like I was. Either way, he was having a good time.

Her countenance, typically an array of animated expressions, had transformed into a tranquil tableau of serenity. A soft, barely discernible smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her. Even the devil himself, in all his cunning and might, would find himself disarmed before such a woman. She bore no regal lineage, possessed no grand narrative of her life. Her beauty was not the kind to inspire poets or artists, and her dubious occupation had seemingly secured her a spot in the inferno. Yet, there was an aura about Reina, a quality that was singular and extraordinary. She held the uncanny ability to perceive devils—two of them, to be exact. To the untrained eye, they were indis

Cradling the back of my neck, he pressed deep, adoring kisses onto my lips, my cheeks, and my throat, stealing what little air I had left. "Stop!" I gasped, trying to swat my hands against his chest. But the Devil just laughed, pinning me down onto the mattress again. His hips began to shift, moving once more inside me, and the loud, wet friction of our bodies made my cheeks burn with a furious blush. "Oh God! Lucien!! I can't believe you!" I shrieked before the maddening sensation of pleasure began to blur my head all over again. "You said you were still sick! That you were still recovering!"

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.

The darker the night was, the shinier the stars were sparkling on the dark sky making it more alluring. But I was not allured because I was still on my bed with my eyes glued on the phone reading the chapters of this mafia book. So the ML didn't actually rape the FL, he just teared her clothes, kissed her body and then left her all alone to sulk. But he almost raped her, which is unforgivable and unforgettable. Now only three more chapters are remaining and I think that Angel, now has a soft corner towards devil and devil has already fallen in love with Angel. But I hope she rejects him and kill him brutally like he did with her family and boyfriend.

All I saw was fear and a nod that only means this was the only option. I was devastated, shattered in spirit and right this moment, I just wanted to faint for a long period of time and when I woke up, all this would be a nightmare; one that I will try to forget. I was so immersed in my emotions I didn't realize the devil was behind me. I turned abruptly as he slowly leaned towards me. “If you agree to be my pet for a year, then you and your father will be free" The devil whispers coldly, with his eyes full of desire.

Anyways, it's not like she had a choice and deep down, she was willing to go to hell, to be his servant if possible his minions so she will have the powers to come back for revenge. There's no way she's letting her dad go, not after what he's done to her. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of the man before her, his beauty was out of this world. " Is he truly the devil?" She thought to herself. She's always heard stories of the devil being a monster and an ugly being but, this was the exact opposite. More like light and dark. "Are you, an angel? " She found herself asking. "Why that name, of all names?" He seems to be angry by her question. It will be better if she addressed him with different

he declared. I stopped walking… and breathing. “How? I didn’t even give you the tittle of my story…” “A criminal novel, “Inside the Devil’s Mind”, by Anako… Not too creative nickname. Guessing on your reaction I was right, it is your story.” He got closer to me and looked straight into my eyes. “I like the main character, that Troy… You could say we have few things in common,” he used his usual, devilish smirk. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm but it was impossible, my face was already turning red.

The guy kept sobbing, and when he faced her, it was clear that he was stunned for a moment before he got over it and told her what happened. "I never thought I'd meet a devil in person. How much more working for him?" He said that in between his sobs as he glared at the highest floor of the building. "I don't have a job now," his shoulders hung low. In order to comfort the man, she patted him. "Don't worry, you'll find another one," she said, sounding reassuring, even though she herself didn't have a job at that moment. "By the way, what happened? Who's that devil you're talking about?"

I quickly looked down and shut my eyes in fear. All of a sudden, I felt a soft grip on my chin. Zachary slowly lifted my chin with his index finger. I looked at him in fear and nervousness but he smiled and stared at me softly. “You think I am a beast, don’t you? You have been told that we Devils are vicious scourges with no heart. We love to kill and find immense pleasure in others’ pain. We love to torture poor and innocent people. You’ll find it funny and hard to believe how can such barbarous demons fell in love with Angels against whom we only have a feeling of rancor. Isn’t it Moon Princess?“, he said, his voice was deep.