Novel The Devil Touch Novels & Stories

In a few seconds, he was towering over me, pressing a finger on my lips to threaten me, " Sshh! Watch before you speak, Princepessa. I am not your prince charming anymore. I am the devil who is here to suck your soul. If I made you just my fuck body, what will the world call my child? An illegitimate one? In no way, I was going to allow it. Get on the bed and wait for me. I want your back to remember because I really don't wish to kiss your poisonous lips ever which fed me lies for years."

" I replied shyly and gazed at their faces one by one. "Awww, he's so adorable for his age, look at those pouty lips, don't be shy around us, come give big bro a hug." [BANG!] "You there! Stop chattering and pay attention!" Miss Dorothy crumpled a piece of paper and threw it at Casper, there shouldn't have been a problem and the disaster could have been avoided, only that Casper caught the paper out of reflex and threw it back to her. "He's dead," I heard someone say behind us, and the look on Miss Dorothy's face couldn't be shaped out,

The touch was nothing, barely there, but it felt like fire. “Tell me you don’t feel this,” he murmured. I closed my eyes, every defense crumbling. “I can’t. I lost sense of your touch years ago.” I lied. His hand lingered near my cheek, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Devon’s eyes searched mine, something raw flickering behind that calm, unreadable gaze. “Taylor,” he said quietly, “where's your tattoo?” “What?” “Is your tattoo… is it still there?” he asked softly, tracing my ear.

He hated how much he craved this… hated how every time Vito got close, something deep inside him woke up and begged to be touched, to be used, and fucking claimed. “I… I don’t know.” Vito stepped out of the shower, water pooling at his feet. “Come here.” Aiden moved without thinking. The moment he was close enough, water from Vito’s body soaked into his clothes. He reached out tentatively, pressing both hands against Vito’s chest. The skin was burning hot despite the shower. His fingers traced over old knife scars and intricate tattoos. He wondered what each mark meant, what kind of violent life had written these stories across Vito’s body.

Chapter 20 – His Cruel Game Lucian’s hand left her head and trailed lower, his touch deceptively slow as it slid along her thigh. She flinched at the contact, her body already tense, her mind torn between anger and a heat she refused to acknowledge. “You think the devil is cruel?” His voice was smooth, almost mocking. “The devil at least bargains. I don’t.” Before she could react, his fingers found their way beneath the hem of her dress, parting her thighs with unhurried precision. His gaze locked on hers, daring her to look away as his touch brushed over her folds, slow and deliberate strokes that drew an unwilling gasp from her lips.

Beautiful in a way that still hurts. ‎Black tux cut to kill. ‎Eyes scanning the room like he’s cataloguing threats. ‎And then those eyes find me. ‎Across champagne flutes and chandeliers and two years of distance. ‎They find me. ‎And the glass slips from my fingers. ‎Shatters on marble like gunfire. ‎Because the devil I prayed I’d never see again just walked straight back into my life. ‎And the woman still holding my hand—the woman who just called me the kind of girl her grandson deserves—is Olga Romanov.

The growl evolved and fluctuated in so much rage. He is faster than I imagine and getting closer sooner than I expected. I pull my sword out of thin air. The sword that's been forged by the man who is famously known as the "Devil's hand". Every soldier and warrior dreams of possessing a weapon that is been forged by him. It is said to be indestructible and the only weapon that can kill a supernatural being. You may be wondering how I possessed a such treasure, well, he used to summon me and wished to be the best blacksmith in the world, so I gave the Devil's hand and in return, instead of taking his soul, I ask him to make me the best sword that can kill all types of supernatural being inclu

Dear Nicole, You may think that you can run from me but you are wrong Cole. even if you still think so, You can run as much as you can but you can never hide from me. even if you are hiding deep beneath the core of this world, I'll dig up and find you, princess. You just can't leave behind the world you belong to. you can't escape from me, I'll drag you straight back to hell darling. meet you soon Cole. Your sexy bastard, Devil I knew that I was looking at the catastrophe that has hit my life.

Lucien slowly raised his cane. Pointing… Not at Daniel. Not at Elena. Not at Noah. Not at Grace. Not at Lily. He pointed directly at Damien. The world stopped. “No…” Damien said quietly. Lucien smiled. “Oh yes.” “You were never just the Devil…” “You were Sophia’s greatest secret.”

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j