She Devil Book Novels & Stories

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

The car door was opened, and Yara was dragged back inside. "Let go of me! What do you want from me?" yelled Yara, trying to rebel. Inside the mansion, a man was sitting on a black leather sofa. His eyes were cold. He was Damian Devatra, the man Yara had heard about on the news and through rumors—the ruler of a ruthless and unforgiving underground organization. You could say he was the King of the Mafia. "Sit down," Damian ordered simply. Yara gulped, feeling she had no choice. Hesitantly, she sat on the sofa in front of him.

A living scripture written in fire and bone. He had been forged in this work: in the breaking of souls and the shaping of terror. The title “Devil” was less a name and more a job description. So why did it all feel so… thin? Why did the silence between screams weigh heavier than the screams themselves? He finally turned his head.

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

I turned back to the bed. Selene let out a soft breath, her face finally calm. And for the first time in years, the devil in me didn’t want blood. He just wanted her.

"It was amazing ,she translated so many things to words we call spells ,she taught those who were willing to learn .And one day she decided to write down all those spells in one book ,we were clueless on the name to give the book because it felt kind of selfish writing her own name .We consulted the queen and she told us when the right time comes the book will have its own name because it was a book of understanding written by the Goddess of understanding. "After so many years of getting over the guilt that overwhelmed us ,hell broke free ,our mother returned more powerful than we had thought she could be ,she made countless sacrifice to the devil who was always thirsty for souls ,he gave he

This is just him, letting his lust out. And I feel like a dirty woman. I know, I shouldn't feel this way. But if I stay here any longer, I might end up falling for him again . And that's what scares me, I don't want to get to that point. He is ruthless and a devil. And I know that whatever I feel for him will never be recuperate. And I'm being sold to a Heartless devil. And that devil is Hace Alejandro Mondeñego.

Two more breaths were heard, but the devil was not interested, his whole body and eyes only on Isabella. He knew he loathed humans, but this girl's invitation was fucking tempting. A human could lure a devil was impossible, but the way the devil was drawn toward Isabella could make someone think twice. "My prey," the devil's voice growled and his nail was about to touch his prey's cheeks when the devil's nose smelled an inhuman smell, and he was well aware of it. His eyes fell on the same dress Isabella has wore in the morning which was on the table near the bed. His hand reached to the dress and brought it near his nose and at that time his horn emerged on his head while his hand burned tha

"Cassandra is the name of my mama," Alexandra spoke stunned."Oh, poor fellow," Althea clicked her tongue in pity.She, of course, was a clever one. She knew meeting Azazel alone would be dangerous for her.And now if this human girl can do something to finish off the devil...why not play from behind?Thinking of this, she couldn't help but grow a smirk on her evil face."What do you say?" asked Alexandra shaking the bad witch lightly."Uh-huh. What? Can't a person daydream in peace?" Althea asked annoyed."This not the right place to daydream, I guess," Alexandra twitched her lips unaware."Okay. What?" asked Althea and she answered, "All I am saying is to take this book with us.""I don't think so,