Novel My Handsome Devil Novels & Stories

His eyes closed shut for the briefest second, and when he opened them, there was no longer any trace of the Roman I met minutes ago, the one who had been tormented and lost in thought There was only my own Roman, my personal devil and savior. “Stay with me” I smiled slyly and slid my hand into his boxer brief, taking the heavy weight of his hardened length in my hand He hissed out a sharp breath. The throbbing in between my legs intensified when I was holding Romans' heavy, long, and throbbing cock in my hands. God, he was so well-endowed that no matter how many times I've seen him, his size never fails to awe and scare me

A devil with no right to have a heart only if he knew he has the purest one. "Did they change you to become this?" I asked. He turned his attention to look at me, "Like what?" "Devil," "If I'm Devil then you are the Devil's Girlfriend?" And of course, I was speechless. "I..I," I stuttered. "Are you blushing Miss Vitalio by any chance?" And shit yes I was. His words affected my face. "No, why would I?" I lied looking away. "I wish your face would have told the same story," His face had a smirk and I felt like running from my spot.

Her eyes glistened as she reported, “Today, we have a very special guest -” “Ahhh!” “Devil! Devil!” “I love you, Carlos Ronaldo!” “How do you know it’s The Devil?” Mindy asked, her face showing a hint of confusion. “Did someone leak my show’s agenda today?” Laughter echoed throughout the studio as Mindy formed varied expressions on her face. Then, she chuckled and said, “Kidding! Of course, there is a leak! Otherwise, we would not be topping the ratings right now!” Hoots and praises roared the studio before Mindy resumed, “For the first time ever. The Devil will give an exclusive interview. Today, we will learn about his motivations, his struggles and! His sweet romance!”

Gosh, you stupid Jenny! When Jenny wanted to talk again, suddenly the person who was the CEO suddenly pulled her nape by the neck. A kiss was inevitable. Damn, Jenny felt something strange when Deny kissed her lips with a strong nod. So what can he do? Too seductive and poisonous. Too painful of anything. Moreover, when Deny's hands were also actively moving, they had penetrated into Jenny's sensitive parts. Especially if it's not the chest. Jenny really felt really stupid. For this one thing, what could it do?

The car door was opened, and Yara was dragged back inside. "Let go of me! What do you want from me?" yelled Yara, trying to rebel. Inside the mansion, a man was sitting on a black leather sofa. His eyes were cold. He was Damian Devatra, the man Yara had heard about on the news and through rumors—the ruler of a ruthless and unforgiving underground organization. You could say he was the King of the Mafia. "Sit down," Damian ordered simply. Yara gulped, feeling she had no choice. Hesitantly, she sat on the sofa in front of him.

“Hate me. Fight me. But don’t ever think you can leave me.” She turned sharply, her blue eyes blazing. “What do you even want from me, Theo? You killed my father, you ruined my life. You have my body—what else is left?” I smiled, slow and dangerous. “Your soul, carino.” Her breath hitched. “That’s the thing about deals with the devil,” I continued, watching as her fingers twitched at her sides. “They don’t end when you want them to.” Her lips parted, but no words came out.

“She’s your sister and I get that you want to see the best in her. But she kills, she runs drugs and guns, and she has a brothel. Don’t even start thinking that the fact that she runs that place with an iron hand makes it better. They are women, and men, being used for someone else’s pleasure.” “Have you ever been out of Maine?” “No.” “I went to Blanco once with a few friends. It was supposed to be a holiday. We ended up in this place we thought was a club. Women were dancing on the stages, men sat watching them. And I thought it was like my sister’s place. Until I went to the bathroom and saw that behind the red draping men did what they wanted to the women, they’d beat them, force themselv

We will send the demons back to where they belong, but first we will make them live in the torture we create for them. *** This is the end 😭 but there is more in Book 2, My Devil's side, which is seven years in the future and is the last and final book to this story. I will load it in this book as the next chapter so it all together. Thank you for taking this journey with my characters and I hope you enjoyed. I love all the comments and gems. I truly appreciate the support. I hope to see you in my next book 😚

Low and raspy, his countenance was severe. It was my turn then to laugh lightly, teasingly. "Why not, tough guy? Are you scared you'd love it too much?" Maybe it was the alcohol talking. It had to be. "On the contrary, I'm concerned that by the time I'm done with you, mio caro, you'd be ruined." "Hmm, I don't quite like my men cocky." "What do you like then?" "Gentlemen..." That devious half-smile graced his lips, like I'd said the most absurd thing. His other hand moved up and in seconds he had those calloused fingers wrapped around my neck. Heat spread from their tips down my skin.

But that will never happen now… because of him. Because of a monster. He robbed me of my father. “I thought you had pure intentions when you offered me that fucking marriage contract. But it turns out you were planning something,” I said aloud. “You fucking bastard!” I screamed and threw the pillow, messing up the whole bed. It was you all along. It was you, Lucian Montez. You’re the devil. I will make sure you pay for everything you did. I thought you were different. But you’re just like the rest of them. I fucking hate you. And I will never forgive you.