The Devil's Mistress Novels & Stories

Her presence was undeniably mesmerizing. "I am the remains of a woman deeply in love with a man," she revealed, her voice echoing with poetic sadness. "You're familiar with Diabolos, aren't you?" she asked, and I nodded in agreement. I was well aware of Diabolos, the enigmatic being who often drew me into this bizarre realm. "I am his mistress," she declared, sending a wave of shock through me. If her words were true, then she was the catalyst for Diabolos' obsession with mortality and his perilous quest.

So, she's a lawyer. I watched as she tilted her head. "And this one? You're gonna tell me who she is, or should I keep guessing?" Damien didn't even hesitate. "She's my mistress. So treat her with respect." Dahlia blinked, something shifted in her posture. "Mistress?" She echoed, slowly. "Well then. Guess I should've been nicer." Fred cleared his throat. "Come on." Damien said to me, gently tugging me away from them with a hand still at my back.

There's a distinct way that the devil uses to call her child, each one's different from the other, sometimes she calls them by giving a secret message on a portion of restaurant food, or have a paper airplane fly over you, the most brutal was when she sent a voodoo doll with pins on its forehead and a picture of the person she wanted to summon. She's always creatively dangerous, and Misha tried to distance herself from her. As far as she knows, she handpicked those she wanted to be her children, and without any objection or what from her chosen, they'll become her children. As far as she knows, there are only four of them: Blanche, Astolfo, Justice, and Serpent. She hasn't met Justice and Se

DAPHNE ~✼~ Where was the girl who didn't give a fuck about Alex? Where was the girl who wasn't scared of anything? Where was the girl who dared to slap a mafia don a few seconds ago? You're right, gone. Replaced with this sinful and lustful part of her. The one which wanted to feel his cock slide down her throat, the one who wanted to taste his cum, savour it and devour it like it was the sweetest thing.

Being someone's Mistress will be a blemish on her dignified personality . She knew that the devil meant each and every words he spoke . He will truly keep her as a Mistress forcefully . She looked through the window thinking of jumping from there . How easy it would be to die than living such a worst life but she couldn't die as the window was covered with fences . He was forcing her to live and she didn't wanted to live . She has loss all her purpose to live . Sadly he threatened her more that he may fuck her if she not agree for marriage. Ultimately she has to give up before the devil and agree to take him as a husband .

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

It was an early morning with sun rays penetrating into a storey building in which a certain hunk of a man was sleeping on his bed with over 5 hot babes over him.It was obvious that he had served them good because they all wore that satisfactory smile of blossomed women. The man who could satisfy 5 women in one night had to be a god or simply the Devil.It was no one else but the devious and handsome Asmodeus,the Devil and king of hell.He was relaxing in the embrace of all these women until something hit him.He just remembered what today was.This was supposed to be his first day as Maria's boss.He rose from the bed that instant breaking free of the firm hold of the ladies who had seen what he

My feet begin to ache now but sitting on the lush sofa would bring back the memories from the study room. The memory of how he lapped on my most private part and how I came all over his luscious lips, it fills my heart with warmth that I never felt before. My core clenches again in anticipation of feeling his fingers or his cock to satisfy my awakened desires. I feel all the water of my body pools in my vagina. Women too has needs and my need can only be satiated by the devilishly handsome American Mob boss Hunter Storm. I should lock these forbidden fantasies out of my brain because he's out of my reach. Within a few days, another woman will brand him with her wedding band and I can't be so

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.