روايات وقصص ضمن Rebel In Devil's Shackle

She was a prisoner of her choices, of the past she could never erase, and of the twisted world surrounding her—yet still, she refused to let them see her break. The rag in her hands was soaked, her knees stung from kneeling on the wet floor, and yet her eyes, hidden beneath her hair, burned with the fire of unspoken defiance. Even in this filth, even under the sight of these men, Isabella Crater would not bow to fear. She would endure. She would survive. And someday, the debts owed to her soul would be paid—one way or another.

"You're quite popular around here, you know." I scoffed. "The only place my fame blooms in, is Greenville and it's for a bad cause." I answered dryly. "Greenville might know you as the son of a traitor but outside Greenville, you're known as The Rebellious Alpha." He replied and immediately some of his friends looked back at us. "I'm no Alpha, Gabriel." "Well you are, you do have Alpha blood running through your veins and of course, you're the only man who challenged Alpha Jason's position." Gabriel explained. "So technically, you're the rebellious Alpha."

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

It wouldn't have been too painful but enough for him to realise I wasn't messing around. Then on Friday night I checked Cole's pack of cigarettes and saw that he'd had three more than he should have for the day. To say I was angry would have been an understatement. I was fuming. He went directly against a rule that we put into the contract and then lied about it. For that one I put him in a chastity device while I teased him relentlessly. It was his first time in a cock cage so I took it off before we went to bed. He apologised to me and promised there'd be no more lying or misbehaving.

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop

“You are the most precious thing in my life, Adele. You are my anchor of humanity, but don’t forget, I am the devil. The devil has things to do.” I sighed as I knew his following words would turn my world upside down. “There is love and punishment. Yesterday you were punished, and today, I will make love to you,” He snaked his hands under my thighs and lifted me in his arms. “And what’s my punishment for my sin against you?” “Shhh... it’s time to love,” He rested my body in the middle of the bed as I extended my wrist towards him. “Aren’t you going to cuff my hands? You don’t want me to touch you, remember?” I uttered.

"I don't want a fair fight, I want something more than that. I want the Dark Knight Pack to watch their Alpha crawl, I want them to see him choose a woman over his duty, and then I want them to watch me take both." He moved toward her, the needle glinting in the light. "— and you, Rebecca, are the perfect bait. A Luna who can't shift, a mother who can't protect her pup — you are the epitome of Kenziel’s failure." He grabbed her arm, his grip like a vice. Rebecca thrashed as the silver shackles tore at her skin but she was too weak, the serum was already dragging her senses back into the fog. "Don't..." She pleaded, her voice breaking.

"I swore on my parents' graves that one day I would come back. I would burn their world down. I would take back everything that was mine, and I would make them pay for every drop of blood they spilled." "And that is how the Devil was born, Belle. To survive in this world, I had to become worse than the monsters. I had to become the Devil himself." THE HEALING Silence filled the room. Isabella looked at me with tears streaming down her face. She didn't look scared. She didn't look at me like I was a monster. She looked at me with pity... and love. "Oh, Alex..." she cried softly, throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me into a hug. "My poor baby... you went through all that alone?"

"You forget that God has nothing to do with this. The devil, however, is very present, and he will do as he pleases, just as you wanted. So, I suggest you shut up and take it all, baby." I can't help but take pride in the way Lily's makeup runs down her face, black streaks painting her cheeks as if she's been crying for days. She's picture fucking perfect, and I look forward to more nights like this. Never in a million years did I think I would ever have this angel in my life. I knew what I wanted and what I would do to make it happen, but for a while, I thought I would have to let her go. I didn't think she would ever forgive me, but she did, and now, she's mine. Who knew that all it took w

I could only pray that my time at the monastery was enough to repent for my sins as a boy. In the wake of the attack, Earl Rathdowne came out of the dust like a spectre. He lifted the rubble off me as if it was no heavier than parchment. He knelt next to me, bit into his arm, and let his blood drip into my mouth. Almost right away, I started breathing easier. My broken bones knitted themselves back together and healed in an instant. “What kind of demon are you?” I asked. “You already know what I am,” Darrick said.