She's Just A Devil Woman Novels & Stories

She wouldn’t belong to anyone. Not even the devil.

, she greeted. "It's nice meeting you too Melissa. I'm Eleanor", I greeted back. "I'll take you to your hotel Eleanor", she smiled. "Sure...let's wait till my friends join us", I looked back at our room. Our room. It feels nice right. Suddenly the door opened and the devil came fast towards me. No..no.. "You played really unfair my girlfriend", he smirked. "I'm not the type to play by rules my boyfriend", really Eleanor do you want to die. My inner voice shouted.

My insides twist on seeing more evidence of how wrong and mistaken I was. My father truly loved my mother and me. Both Leif and I were led down a misguided path of revenge on an innocent man. But Leif was still right to keep me a secret because this woman here is the real devil. "I always knew about the cheating." She regains her former strength. "That day I came to see you, I was only there to see what I was up against. When you took the fall for the meek little wife, obviously under Leif's instructions, I knew I had you right where I wanted you."

"Who?" "Her…the she-devil."

I tried to tell her but it was too late as the devil pulled her hair and said with gritted teeth, "Do you have any idea whose baby you had aborted huh?" The woman hissed in pain, she seemed confused and tried to talk with the devil and make him understand what she did was necessary to save me and the relation between him and me, she was trying to convince him because they both are in human form and she was treating them like humans but soon she will be going to see the real self of them. The devil laughed listening to her wise advice with a long explanation, he then looked at his friend, "Make her suffer." He said and then threw her at the foot of his friend.

Sagon licked his lips, "so I decided to snatch her away - both before and after the ceremony started. " "If you want to take her back, you'd better find a dark cage to lock her up, hide her in a place no one knows about, and don't even let me smell it, or else a hundred or a thousand times, I'll still snatch her away from under your nose - that's the devil's desire and nature, I I can't control it, you should know that, right? Eh, no, do you really know?"

"I think he has a point. I'm not one to judge people, but she seems genuine. She has been with you since your injury and even tried to spend the night here. I had to practically force her to go home. Dare I say she might even like you." "I think you are wrong Felipe." My mind went back to the kiss we shared. "Think about it. What woman would go out of her way for a man she didn't need anything from? She couldn't possibly be after your money, she has tons of it." I sighed, giving up. "I don't know, that woman is difficult to read. I wish I could know how her mind works." "Why do you think she's called the devil? You can never know what she's thinking."

Just being in the same area as her had my blood on fire. I could tell she was enthralled with the band as so many before her. After the concert I had made sure she would find band promotions anyway I could. Fliers, emails, social media. The first time I saw her in a Devil’s Night t-shirt I knew she was hooked. She was mine and soon she would know it too. Her name is Synestra Simmons and little does she know she holds the fate of the world in her hands.

Devanna immediately walked towards the door and with a very big smile opened it. "Hi?" Greet the cheerful voice of a woman. The sound is very crisp and quite loud. Like a child. "Thanks for coming." Devanna answered in a very friendly tone. "Ah. You're so stiff!" Then the woman came inside. Her steps were light like half jumping, the woman in the yellow dress was short and very flowy, every step that looked like a leap, the dress seemed to be dancing. So this is that fairy with superhuman strength? "Hi! You must be this girl's lover huh?" Her greeting to me. She smiled politely with sparkling eyes, she seemed very interested in me.

Not even Lance himself. But Wade’s words cut back through her resolve. You’re not an angel. You’re the devil in disguise. Her breath faltered. She turned to the mirror above her vanity. The woman looking back at her was perfect. Smooth waves of hair, flawless makeup, posture of a queen. But her eyes betrayed her. They were too wide, too bright, a storm barely hidden. “Devil?” she whispered, almost to herself. “If that’s what I am… then so be it.”