That Handsome Devil Band Novels & Stories

Taylor said, pressing his body against hers. Inner Devil and Guardian Angel turned Semi-Devil were holding hands, screaming: ‘Ahhhhh!’ Inner Devil: ‘This isn’t sex, but it’s close enough!’ Inner Devil: ‘It’s getting hot in here!’ Guardian Angel turned Semi-Devil: ‘So hot!’ Inner Devil: ‘So take off all your clothes.’ Guardian Angel turned Semi-Devil: ‘I am gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off!’ Inner Devil frowned, saying: ‘Please don’t.’

’ Inner Devil 2: ‘He’s the fantasy starter pack: filthy mouth, perfect abs, loyal heart, and the kind of possessiveness that makes you feel safe and scandalous all at once. Inner Devil 1: ‘His mouth isn’t even that filthy. It’s… poetic.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Okay. Poetic filthy, then.’

This handsome devil is everything that I was running away from, but it looks like he doesn't want to let me off the hook that easily without a fight. Comment Leave reviews And vote! And as always, thank you for reading!

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

"You took a bullet, Dante. You are not fine, sit your ass down and let me take care of you." He rolled his eyes and reclined, wincing just slightly. He tried to hide it, but I saw it. "I am not a damn baby." "No." I muttered, folding my arms. "You are a grown man with the emotional maturity of a wet matchstick and the stubbornness of a rhino." His lips curled into that infuriating smirk. "Still hot, though." He teased and I hated that he was right. Even pale from blood loss, with his shoulder bandaged, he looked like a sin I wanted to commit on repeat. The inky tattoos on his chest peeked from under the blanket, and every inch of him screamed danger.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

She knew Darren was ruthless and heartless but he wouldn't kill anyone—So she believed. Jonathan on the other hand wasn't a liar, she had seen everything with her own eyes. “There has to be some kind of misunderstanding,” Emery wasn't ready to accept this yet, she had to find out the Truth herself. The bang on the door increased, it sent shivers down her spine. Emery couldn't face Darren now at least not now. “Darren is the devil himself, he could read your thoughts!” Jonathan's voice was laced with words, each word from him etched deeply in her heart.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

Mephiles looked up into the air to remember how it all began and how everything he has ever done led to this moment. For a long while, he stood upon the rampart and looked at every single star and the full moon. He looked up and looked back at his earlier days before he became a demon king. This is his story. This is his tale. This is how a man who sought ambition and a kingdom changed his life. A dark fantasy tale of the devil passing through the lands of the earth and the wolf hiding from the moon. The Devil and the Huntsman.