Reina Devil Form Novels & Stories

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.

Unless… Hema stood in front of the grand mirror, her breath hitching slightly as she took in her own reflection. She looked regal—no, ethereal—draped in a crimson-red lehenga embroidered with intricate golden motifs, each thread weaving a tale of elegance and power. The blouse, adorned with shimmering embellishments, hugged her form, accentuating her graceful posture. A sheer red dupatta cascaded from her head, its gold-edged embroidery framing her face like a queen’s crown.

I told him. "I know, he's the Dragon King. Still, he has no right to take my mate away from me." He roared loudly, turning around to face me. And my eyes grew wide with what I witnessed before me. Liam was standing in his Devil form. And I have never seen his Devil form before that he had inherited from his Mum. He looked so dangerous that it shook me to my core. "Liam, calm down." I tried to touch him to calm him down.

I won’t lie, it’s a bit more decent than what almost every other woman here has on, but Reina is sexier than every other goddamn woman here. Her tits always kill me first. They’re full and pointy at the same fucking time, and whenever I see them out in the open like that, I can only imagine one thing—holding them in my hands and showing her the dark side of me I’ve always felt too dark for her. The side I’ve always concluded she can’t handle. I want to tell myself she’s asking for it with that perfectly smooth, soft bum peeking out of those panties but I also know I have to get her spoken consent first anyways, no matter how much I want to punish her right now.

Mom asks out of partial curiosity as she sinks into the couch, her legs crossed on the island table. "She's old, full of wrinkles, and can barely lift a cup, and me?" I give a little twirl, "I am young, succulent, and beautiful. A typical Aphrodite's rebirth and might I add, a goddess in bed." I wink at the last part and she makes a gagging expression. "You need prayers, Adelina," she shakes her head, "In fact, you are a lost cause. A full session of exorcism can't even save you."

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

Those women that the devil being transformed into were all very seductive, undressed, and said with charming voices, "Is the Mister tired, why not let me serve the Mister..." "You demons, don't you dare harm me!" Xiao Chen bellowed. The Unsullied sword flew out, but it could no longer cause any damage to these Charm Devils. "Since the Mister doesn't like it nice, then you shall be punished!" Several Charm Devils suddenly made a loud whistle, turned into a bloody scary image and attacked Xiao Chen.

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

"Happy? Now drink it." Reina again forwarded her the glass. Her eyes were all the time staring at her flawless and glowing face. Diana though was in a disheveled state, her beauty still had no match. Her pink lips, small face, and large blue eyes looked so appealing that even her anger made her look adorable. Reina kept staring at her fondly but her smile dropped when her eyes met with her bloodshot ones.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."