Silly Devil Novels & Stories

I spoke as I grabbed his hand “What?” He asked “Stay with me” I replied “Will you be fine by it?” he asked “Yes” I replied as he sat back down “Are you sure you know it is me?” he asked again “Yes. Davis Devil Garraway” I replied as he chuckled “Ok, so the devil thing is now” he added as he smiled and looked at me “Well yes” I replied “But you know devil is the prettiest” he added as he smiled “Do not get your hopes up” I replied

"What do you mean?" "I just mean, you're a formidable businesswoman. I imagine there's quite a lot occupying your mind," he replied. A soft chuckle escaped me. His sense of humor, both humble and perceptive, intrigued me. "So, you're a lover of art?" I asked, turning back to the mesmerizing painting before us. "I'm obsessed," he stated simply. A faint, knowing smile played on my lips. "What's your favorite artwork?." "Devil in a Silhouette by Stéi Fontaine," he said without hesitation.

He pointed towards the ward down the hallway. Nikolai watched me, waiting for a reaction. I froze and tried to remember where the name came from. My mind went back to days before my wedding. The music at the club was loud. The DJ played with energetic vibes. The bartender mixed two different drinks and slid them towards us. My fingers tightened around the glass as I took a slow sip. Polina's phone vibrated on the table, the screen displayed “Babe.” She didn't hesitate to swipe right and walked toward the exit.

she whispered, her breath cold against my skin, “you belong to him.” A shiver crawled down my spine. She didn’t let me pull away. “The Devil is one of a kind,” she whispered. “Do you understand what that means?” I shook my head once. Barely. She pressed a kiss to my cheek, soft and dry. “It means remember yourself,” she said, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes again. “So you don’t drown in him.” The words hit like a prophecy.

Akshara giggled and his silvery hair disturbed her so much, “Uh, Devil, I don’t like your long hair. Make it short.” Dev lifted his head from her steps and asked her, “How much shorter?” “Hum, to shoulder level. So, it would be handy for me.” “Handy!” Dev chuckled to her preferences. “Handy to hold on to it?” “Devil... you!” Akshara blushed to his question while he said, “As you wish my eternal bliss,” Dev agreed to all her demands and Akshara was so happy, “It’s too good to have a boyfriend like you, Devil, who agrees to every crazy idea I post.”

she was still struggling with her thoughts when prince Jeiel said something that made her look at him. "You're supposed to make me happy, he huffed and Abel looked at him. "Hey don't just stand there and look at me you should keep me busy am bored. She nodded her head and asked. "Do I sing for you or dance. Jeiel stared at him in disbelief. "What? ****Wizards Clan**** Sylvia walked to the devil's Deen. The devil's Deen is a dark room that the witches use for training and you fight with all sorts of demons but it's an illusion.

I closed my eyes, shut my mind from thinking anything, and started counting in my heart to distract myself from the devil's closeness. "It's getting cold," The devil whispered into my ear after a while and I trembled from the slight touch of his lips rubbing on my earlobe. I immediately opened my eyes, flushed completely, and when I saw that devilish smirk on his face. I felt like digging a hole and hiding inside it. How could I be so idiot? He isn't the one in s*x more than I am... Why do I always keep thinking about s*x with him even when I know he is a devil and a dangerous creature?

It didn't end well for him as the story progressed. The Pink Devil- The Pink Devil is one of the main antagonist of this story. She is the evil version of Jennifer. She could possess Jennifer at anytime she feels like it and follows her wherever she goes. The Pink Devil is in her mirror, nightmares, when she has Sleep Paralysis, and does what Jennifer is afraid to do. She loves sex and BDSM; she only punishes men who treat women wrong. But it's revealed that The Pink Devil is a personification of Jennifer's father, who was abusive and tormented her. Anytime she thinks about her father, The Pink Devil appears.

dont feel happy man because I'm devil I know how to ruin anyone's happiness I removed cap of pen he is watching me with confused expression I asked "do you know how many square feets that our college might have" he replied "no I don't know" I gave a devilish smirk and said "then measure the whole college with this cap" he is shocked his eyes are widened the devil in me satisfied as usual my friends are laughing I tapped his shoulder he came back to his senses I asked "can't you do it" he didn't answered he is still in the same confusion I said "it's okay I have another option also" he asked "what's that" I replied "very easy our college have many trees right"

“Because I decide when you get to fall apart… and today, you don’t.” She sank back against the seat, sulking in silence, the sharp ache between her thighs making her bite her lip. In that moment, the thought that had haunted her since meeting him: Is Lucian worse than the devil? vanished entirely. Because now she knew the truth. The devil might tempt. But Lucian Devlin denied. ---- Serena POV