Silly Devil Novels & Stories

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

I inhaled sharply and ran my fingers in the hair out of frustration. "What's the deal?" Right now, I want her underneath me, withering and moaning with pleasure while I ruin her hole for good. "Another contract with you." She did not hesitate to say that and I expected that. Delilah Richards is no less than a prostitute. A prostitute warms someone's bed for the sake of money and she does the same for the offers. That's how she became an A-listed model. A contract with the Weavers is enough for anyone's career. Although she is a slut but she is talented. I cannot deny that but I hate the fact that talent is underrated for her and she seals the deals with her body instead.

"hahaha shaking I like it but for now I have another business to attend too and Oh girly don't forget by owing a witch, is like you sold your soul to the devil." She vanished into thin air while laughing like a devil himself.

Is it the Devon I know the billionaire handsome superstar or do you mean someone else? "Calm down Sylv one question at a time." Laura said laughing at her excitement. Devon must be super popular since just one mention of his name got Sylvia this excited "Yes, he is Devon Williams, the Devon." She answered "Wowwwwww," Slyvia screamed over the phone Laura had to pull the phone out of her ear to avoid damages

By the time they arrive the Territory, Kayola is tired, exhausted and very thirsty. Devilio moves closer to her and whispers in her ears, telling her all the bad things he is going to do to her. He swears that he will make her life a living hell and that she will regret the day she was born. Kayola is as quiet as a donkey; she does not even react to his statement, and this makes Devilio very happy.

“For the purpose of having a not so evil conversation, Mr Devil Alfanso…..’ she sent him. ‘I am afraid as I am not capable of doing anything which is not evil, Ms. Halzen. After all you are texting the devil himself, so we need to be evil here to get this devil on sale….’ she chuckled at his reply. ‘Okay if not on sale…..can I have this devil at a discount for now?’ She didn't even know how to call this just as his care where a 33 years old man was willingly taking a part in her childishness and she knew it was just because he wanted to make her feel happy.

Pulling over at the tiny garage of the cabin, I got out of the car with the speed of lightning. I banged on the door impatiently, seconds later, the door flew open. Sage appeared, with a disgusting smile on her face. " You came!" She beamed. The devil in me, the dark side of me, wanted to lock the doors and windows, take her to the bathroom in the pretence that I cared and then drown her in the bathtub. That's how desperate I was, plus she brought it upon herself the moment she drugged me. Do it! Do it!

"Release me this instant! You have no idea what I can do to you witches!" I wanted to say something but Elliot signalled me that he would handle it. "Firstly, we aren't witches. I am Elliot Vile. You should recognize that name." Devils' names ever known quite well in the waters. Her pink eyes shone when she heard his name. "Y-you're the land devil. The sea devil's brother. What do you want from me?" "It's simple." The mergirl turned to me and looked surprised when she saw me. Elliot noticed the change in the mergirl's attention so he turned to me.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

Inner Devil: ‘No… No! This can’t be happening! Lord, have mercy on me and my sanity! This is a Category 10 Drought in the Land of Naughtiness. I just saw a cactus cry! Charlie hasn’t had action in three hundred years! We are all drier than expired instant noodles!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Technically, it’s been just about three weeks, and no—we’re fallen angels. The Lord will not hear us.’