Novel & Cerita The Devil's Chair

I locked the door with a soft click, turning away from it and facing Nightshade once again as I relaxed my posture a bit more. “Have a seat,” the devil said simply, stretching the hand that was trailing up Devina's thigh to gesture towards the medium sized chair sitting at the middle of the front of his desk. I held back another sigh, walking over to sit on the chair. I let my posture relax fully into the piece of furniture, sliding my ass down the soft material of the chair a bit so I could comfortably sit without any problems. I slouched, even with my already bad posture, and then I raised my left leg, placing it's ankle on my right knee.

I stared up at him, wondering who the fuck he thought he was shouting at me. I was stopped from replying however at the sounds of heels resonating throughout the club, I turned my attention to the stairs behind Chaol And I felt a smile tug at my lips. She was back. It's been a month since I've seen her and she looks fucking gorgeous. My little Vixen. Dressed in a tight little number that showed off every curve of her godly body Her toned legs on show and just begging me to touch them. { Vivienne's Outfit }

After what seemed like an eternity of walking, they came to a stop in front of massive double doors carved with intricate designs that looked like demons dancing in flames. "You can go in, your highness," the maid said before quickly turning and hurrying away, clearly wanting no part in whatever was about to happen. Eryndra stood alone in the empty corridor, staring at those ominous doors. She took in a deep breath, trying to gather what little courage she had left, then slowly pushed the doors open. The moment she entered the room, she could see him clearly - the devil himself sitting casually on the enormous four-poster bed with a scroll in his hands. He was still partially dressed from th

Subject line: “You Asked for the Devil” The file was massive. Raphael stood behind me, watching as I clicked open layer after layer. Lucian Damian Devlin. Born in Austria. Raised in Switzerland. Fluent in five languages. Educated in private institutions under aliases. Trained in weapons, finance, manipulation. Current occupation: CEO of Devlin Global Holdings. Unofficially: Heir and now head of the Devlin Cartel — a billion-dollar empire of drugs, trafficking, and global political influence. I scrolled, the blood draining from my face.

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

I didn't stop till I reach the room. I pushed it slightly and it opened with a creaking sound sending chills down my spine. Without knocking or asking for permission I pushed the gate wide open and stepped into the room. My eyes rushed through the area and caught the sight of the devil sitting on the chair with his finger intertwined and unreadable expressions. His gaze was boring holes in the table and he didn't move them even after sensing my presence. His demeanor was screaming threat and terror. He was looking very dangerous, it felt like he is ready to kill someone.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

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.

Some summers change everything. Some men are supposed to be off-limits. Desmond Cole is both. Anna Ashford has spent nineteen years being the good daughter, the one who smiles at the right moments, laughs at the right jokes, and portends not to notice the way her father's best friend looks at her when he thinks nobody is watching. She notices. She has always noticed. But noticing is not the same as acting. And acting is not the same as falling. And falling... Falling is not something else entirely. One night at the lake house changes the rules of every game Anna thought she understood. Desmond is older, powerful, and completely wrong for her in every way that counts. He knows