Satan's Affair Novels & Stories

Alliyah Agustin “So, did you find anything?” Satana immediately asked the moment I stepped out of the study room, her eyes filled with curiosity as she leaned slightly toward me. I let out a long groan as the memory of what I had just seen replayed in my mind. “Just books and studies about perfect sex positions,” I muttered with visible disgust. “Positions that I’m very sure he has been trying out with her.” Satana physically shivered at the thought, hugging herself dramatically. “Ew, gross,” she said, scrunching her nose. “I guess we should check the bedroom next.”

Fuming in rage at losing my cub I had just given birth after a fierce fight with traitor omegas. With mixed emotions I seeked a diva to analiate, it was a full moon in the woods with bristle leaves of spring all scattered on the ground. I gripped a diva in sight with my claws against its neck. I pressed on tightly, losing all my humanity from the pain. Ruthlessly, I plunged the claws of both hands and tore the creature apart.

Paul milks him until he's spent, until there's nothing left to give. As the waves of pleasure subside, Richard comes back to himself with a start. He realizes the enormity of what he's done, the gravity of his sin. He looks at Paul, sees the smug satisfaction on his face, and feels a surge of anger and self-loathing. "You should go," he says coldly, pulling away from Paul's touch. "Now." Paul stands up slowly, a wicked grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "Of course, Father," he says, his voice dripping with false deference. "I'll leave you to your prayers."

My voice dropped to a low rumble as I squeezed the file in my hands, with the image of her ex-fiance. The image of her ex-fiance and his girlfriend's blood spilled in my imagination and I let out a satisfying growl. All I had to do was bring the imagination into reality. It won't be a bad idea to spill their blood all over their dead body, would it? I'm known as Satan's heir because I don't have a heart. I can't feel human emotions, and I didn't bother to learn them so as to interact with humans with emotions. I shed blood to satisfy my demons but yet, they weren't satisfied, not until she came into the picture.

"Christian Clark, are you out of your mind? Do you think any normal person would agree to this nonsense? You cheated. Don't try to dress it up as noble! "Besides, do you even have a business worth passing on? Don't think I don't know—your company's finances have been in trouble for a long time! This is all just an excuse for your infidelity! "Sign the agreement! Let's end this once and for all!" Christian's tone became frantic. "Shiloh, listen to me! I've already found new investors! The company will recover. I really don't want to divorce you. Where are you? I'll come pick you up!"

His thumb caressed her flushed cheek. "You're committing a moral crime against a good woman by even entertaining such sinful thoughts," she murmured. "It's Satan himself who's beautifying and glorifying this sin in your eyes, deluding you into thinking you'll find some missing piece of yourself with me that your wife cannot provide. But I can assure you, that is not the case." “You're a perfect sin!” Zavian’s tone was laced with dark amusement. Emmeline opened her mouth to protest, but he simply turned her around to face the wall and pressed the length of his body against hers, pinning her there.

He didn’t even wince when he impaled himself, well I’m not surprised, he’s not human. The Agreement I Athena Valerio hereby agree to be Romano Abruzzese’s collateral for eight months on the condition that the latter stay away from Sophie and Aurora Cellario and Dylan Rodriguez and his family. Should Romano Abruzzese breach this agreement, Romano Abruzzese shall be put to DEATH. __________________ ____________________ Athena Romano “Is that all?” Romano asked me as he handed the paper back to me. “Yes,” I collected the paper from him, folded it, and put it inside my bra. I walked confidently back into the box, the lid was closed and I sat inside the box awaiting

Christine fell face flat on the lawn as the sprinkler turned on making her dress wet. “Fuck!!!” she mumbled standing to her feet as she tried dusted off the mud on her dress but that only made it worse. To think she had planned to return the dress back to the store for refund. She couldn’t believe how cheap and miserable her life was. Looking up at the window she had fallen from, Christine could see Daniel kissing an old lady. The woman looked like she was in her late sixties. That was when it hit her, Daniel wasn’t rich, he was gigolo, a gold digger. He married the old lady for her money and went around looking for younger girls to satisfy him.

"What a strange guy! She didn't want to touch her stomach again, for fear, that she might just begin to get too emotional. She has been doing that since she woke up from her unconscious state. She wanted to do something different, so she went online, and could see the comment online. Netizens always have a way of giving opinions that no one asked for. They would always act as the high and low judge in cases like this, and there will always be someone to blame. They were calling her all sort of names. Her affair had gone viral. When she was living her life, as lowly prostitute, no one saw her, no one thought she was suffering too much, but just when she hit the jackpot by dating a really weal

Rafael asked in a voice that was deliberately made very, very annoying. Cheryl frowned in her heart. How can Veronica fall in love and have a love affair with such an annoying man? Moreover, until now, Veronica still shows that she cares about Rafael. Even if she fought with Mateo, Veronica always ran to Rafael as if he was the only place she could go to calm herself down. “Are you in a trance? There is no priest here. I can't perform the exorcism ritual!" Rafael exclaimed while waving his hand in front of Cheryl’s face.