Semi Devils Novels & Stories

“Are we counting now because I don’t think you have enough fingers to count them on your hand.” “Then you don’t have enough fingers and toes.” Summer only but laughs at us as she slides her hands underneath my shirt. Fuck, the girl is going to make me hard. Just as she is about to move lower to the seems of my pants, she slips her hands away and almost softly speaks. “You boys can talk about the weirdest things sometimes.” “It is because Devan is a weird baby; he is actually damn awkward looking if you think about it.” “Baby, it is that ugly hairstyle of him that makes him look so fucked up.”

[Diana’s POV] “You must have heard about the fallen angels, princess. The ones who later came to be known as the Devil trinity.” Archer asked. I nodded. “Yes, the three most feared devils of all time.” “Right. Albaris, Ikrai, Madiero became the three demon kings and Serith became the queen of all demons. The three angels brought with themselves almost all the secrets of heaven and divinity,” Archer said. “And Serith now had half divinity and half demon powers. That is why her eyes had two different colours. One was blazing like the fire of hell and the other colder than the frozen glaciers,” father said.

He then opened a book he had and read: The devil had 10 kids One got away To search for the girl with no Furiyu The girl with no Furiyu is in search of a book The book that will tell her destiny

What started as a job, a duty to make sure she felt our side was her only real choice, became an obsession. Our plan had been put in motion years before, creating a rock band to travel the world bringing in kids her age from everywhere knowing one day she would show up. Devil’s Night is now the most popular band in the world with teens and young adults. While simultaneously being the most hated band in the world with their parents. We have fans everywhere just dying for a chance to spend a few moments with us and I, Damien Raines, am the frontman.

Hola beautiful people, I hope you enjoyed the story of Adele and Decker. The next book in VENGEANCE SERIES is: BOOK 1: THE DEVIL'S TRAP BOOK 2: SAMSON-MAFIA AND HIS THERAPIST. Here is the blurb of next book: A kiss in the mist of danger changed everything... When mafia darling, Margarita, began interning as a therapist to escape her past, she found herself working with an insomnia patient that would change her future.

Sebastian forces a chuckle in return as he heads towards the stairs. He reaches a room corresponding with the number on the holder in his hands. The hallway is empty, one good thing after all. He turns the knob of the door and is greeted by a neatly arranged room. The brown rug glitters in its fullest and a bedsheet neatly tack on an unmade bed. He steps in and feels the squashing of thick liquid underneath his shoe. He raised his leg to see the white thick substance on the floor and his first guest is semen. He strides through into the room, his shoe leaves muddy imprints before he finally decides to pull them off. He checks the bathroom, turns on the shower and then back to the room.

They were unaware of my identity, their memories and mine diverging as swiftly as a river branching into separate tributaries. Emilio Vargas, the leader of the Black Shadow, exuded authority as he entered first. His piercing eyes were like twin obsidian orbs that took in every detail of the room. I knew him as the puppeteer, the mastermind behind the cartel's operations. I had fantasized about taking him down, but nothing seemed to stick on them; they had paid puppets in every step.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

The storm howled outside, but inside the world shrank to his hand against her cheek, her tears on his skin, his breath ghosting warm against her lips. She leaned down, kissing him softly. Not the desperate kiss in the rain, not the clash of survival and fear. This one was slower, tender, aching with everything she hadn’t said. Devotion. Relief. A vow she hadn’t realized she’d already made. When she pulled back, his eyes burned—not with fire, but with something quieter, something raw. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. Exhaustion claimed him soon after. The fight bled from his body, his hand slipping from hers, his chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm that slowly steadied into sleep.

After what seemed like an eternity of walking, they came to a stop in front of massive double doors carved with intricate designs that looked like demons dancing in flames. "You can go in, your highness," the maid said before quickly turning and hurrying away, clearly wanting no part in whatever was about to happen. Eryndra stood alone in the empty corridor, staring at those ominous doors. She took in a deep breath, trying to gather what little courage she had left, then slowly pushed the doors open. The moment she entered the room, she could see him clearly - the devil himself sitting casually on the enormous four-poster bed with a scroll in his hands. He was still partially dressed from th