Satan's Affair Novels & Stories

He knew he was never like that because he was once a one-woman man, but after what happened between him and his once upon a time lover, he would rather have a one-night stand with a stranger he just met and avoid all the commitments that came with a relationship. It was much better for him that way, he realized women are very easy to please. He only needed to take them to fancy dates, treat them like a princess, surprise them, buy whatever they wanted, send them more money, take them shopping, and get food delivered to them regularly. It was pretty easy since he had the money to spare. Money was one of the last things he'd ever get worried about. But what he couldn't do was commit to one gir

She said after a while. “Oh, that? Drew’s aware already, I showed him the photos you sent to me and he wasn’t surprised one bit. He said he’s always known they were having an affair secretly, he even caught them once at his pent house fucking.” I said. “Jezz!” She gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. “You can’t be serious.” “I am.” I replied. “That’s serious, when does he plan to confront them?” She asked. “I don’t think he wants to do that, he’s just going to let them have their way till whenever they are willing to come clean with everything. Peter is married already and has kids, I wondered what Melissa was thinking or probably he didn’t inform her.” I answered.

he said clearing his throat. "So why are you looking at me through the mirror, I can see you, you know that right?" I said raising my brows. "I'm sorry for staring Mrs Martinez" he apologized. He kept his eyes on the road this time and I tool the time to checked him out. He's very muscular and handsome. Latoya you are married remember that and you can't have an affair, your husband will kill you. He's a jealous and very ignorant Mexican so be careful what you're thinking. My inner self blurt out at me which slapped me to my senses and I stop staring. Carlos would definitely kill me if I cheat on him.

I apologized to Fannie, saying that I was sorry to have caused her to have a headache. She did nothing more than shake her head. "You were the one responsible for our decision to enter this industry on the day that we made it. Because of the sin that you committed, I cannot lock you up in the cloister. There is really no problem with what you did; the people who make it an issue are the ones who are the problem." She turned around and flashed a grin at me. "Then I learned from someone else that the nature of the relationship that exists between the two of them is currently unclear. "Are the claims made by the resources accurate? Perhaps it's nothing more than idle rumor..." I uttered.

Sometimes I want to scream my lungs out and cry my eyes out because my soul is tired and it is greatly distressed. Braden is the devil himself and this mansion is his hell. I am the unlucky sinner who got thrown into his hell and he is using every single medium to torment me and humiliate me. Braden has made sure to diminish my self esteem repeatedly by always calling me a whore when he does not even have the tiniest idea of why I did what I did in working in a strip club back in college and being a sex worker. I can't wait for these five months to be over. It honestly feels like a year to me.

Connor said, his voice cold as death. Sebastian looked furious, but he clamped down on his emotions. “I’ll be bunking with Johnny, apparently. But I want a keycard so I can come rouse your drunk ass out of bed at 3:30 to make sure you get to the Good Morning America appearance. Which I sold my soul for, by the way, so show a little gratitude.” “Is that what a soul’s going for these days?” Connor asked with a barely suppressed smile. “I didn’t know the Devil was in broadcasting.”

She placed her hand on my chest with her eyes going all deem and her lips being showcased to me just to draw my attention. She was obviously going to do something silly, but I was a man of my words and would never look at any other woman just as I promised Jayden, My son. I immediately moved my body away from her reach and unashamedly, she came closer again, but this time with a whisper of hate. "Abby once had an affair with Jack, she also has a baby for him, why don't you let her go when she's still lying to you, Alex?. I won't deny you, not once"

He bit out as his eyes glowed, and he sent my brother and I flying back into a wall. While my brother and I struggled to our feet, Satan grabbed Amaya, shaking her by the shoulders, “Give her back control.” He ordered Hekate. “Very well.” Her body went limp in Satan’s arms and a few minutes passed before she lifted her head. She looked around her, confused, then at the man holding her. “Who the hell are you?” “Satan and you are my fated mate.” She started laughing, “It is funny that you people keep saying that.” She pushed away from him, and he tightened his grip. “Let me go.” She ordered.

“Hahaha! Powers, which you’ve already tied up. I am Satan, the king of hell, who defeated your uncountable sons, including Lucifer, before winning the throne. I would still be king without them. Tie me ‘Bael.’ “Satan,” the figure angrily soared to Satan, but Satan already vanished from hell. ★★★ Isabella was in her room, eating the ice cream that she had ordered the butler when he came to serve food. In front of her, the television was on and there was an advertisement running, where a certain woman was modeling for Luther’s industry, and the whole advertisement was based on the same script she had. That’s when her tears rolled down, and she turned off the television.

And who was the tall man they called Satani? Satani turned and looked at us. His red eyes stayed longest on Lucifer. “I have been searching for you for a long time,” he said to Lucifer. “My former assistant who suddenly disappeared. I didn’t know you were trapped in this werewolf body.” He didn’t say much more. He just looked at all three of us. “Yapper is locked away now. But the past connections are still strong. Be very careful with the girls from that parlor.” Then he turned to leave with Justitia.