The Devil's Chair Novels & Stories

Shoot him sugar It will state it, but for those who might get confused, every other chapter is a past chapter, giving you an insight into their past and how they met. { Lucian's POV } "glupaya yeblya pizda" I mumbled, unable to put up with Chaol's shit anymore [Stupid fucking cunt] Chaol Moreno was a business associate, one I hated to do business with So I sat there, glass in hand and eyes set on the idiot in front of me as I listened to his incessant whining.

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.

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.

Feral Camp Devil's Forest In the depths of the devil's forest, in the small clearing stood a large but low, beetle-browed cabin. Its ancient and ramshackle walls stood in an almost unrecognizable way; it was a dirty, six-foot, artificial stern cabin.

They had a flashlight in each hand as they were not so familiar of the trail during night time. It was already past eleven in the evening when they got nearer to the big stone. The top of the table was 40 feet across, which sat on a rock that was like a narrow pedestal. A few feet from it was a chair, which was a smaller shape of the table. It was called “The Devil’s Chair.” Elise seemed to see that the big stone formation was glowing with colors of white and red. Then she closed her eyes tightly. She saw some images in her mind’s eye again. The desert, the pretty boyish features of a man with cosmetics, a crown of red and white…

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

Drew greeted, whilst taking a sip of jasmine tea. A cough with the body of a rattle snake resounded throughout the room loud and clear, and the other boy turned still into silence, just as Clay placed his cup on the tray. Not taking a single sip. "Before we get even further off track…Chairman, this is for you, from my father."