The Devil's Obsession With The Heiress Novels & Stories

She felt Olivia before she heard her. Olivia made her way downstairs. She'd heard the car drive up over an hour ago and wondered what kept Cassandra away. Then she'd thought about it, and she'd known. Olivia's judgment. Olivia's sense of right and wrong. Olivia's naive thinking was that the world was simply black or white. She couldn't change the fact that she hated what Cassandra did, or what she stood for. And she couldn't start thinking that even though everyone around her thought they were the good guys, they weren't. But she could offer Cassandra the comfort of a friend. She'd grown up in this world, she'd seen the worst kind of people in it. Emma, Vance, Pedro, and Cassandra weren't li

That promise of an heir was the biggest chip this bastard has, and it was Papa who placed it in his hands! Before I got into a round of self-pity, The Devil melted his human guise and returned to his true form. As if he could read my mind and knew that I no longer reject the move, he started listing his expectations towards me. “You will be a loving wife to me, Juliette, whether you like it or not.” “You can’t tell me what to do, mafia. I’ve said it a million times—.”

Her eyes glistened as she reported, “Today, we have a very special guest -” “Ahhh!” “Devil! Devil!” “I love you, Carlos Ronaldo!” “How do you know it’s The Devil?” Mindy asked, her face showing a hint of confusion. “Did someone leak my show’s agenda today?” Laughter echoed throughout the studio as Mindy formed varied expressions on her face. Then, she chuckled and said, “Kidding! Of course, there is a leak! Otherwise, we would not be topping the ratings right now!” Hoots and praises roared the studio before Mindy resumed, “For the first time ever. The Devil will give an exclusive interview. Today, we will learn about his motivations, his struggles and! His sweet romance!”

“And what do you have to lose, you already lost everything,” She gazed at me, “I have nothing to lose,” she muttered. “Why does it feel like I am about to make a deal with the son of the devil,” I chuckled. “Don’t be modest Elena, if we make this deal, you would be making it with the Devil himself,”

As my reaper abilities grow, I get more and more snatches of internal monologue from mortals and it fills me with the guilt of a voyeur. {Every trouble starts with a girl. A quick browse through the Good Book will show you this: Eve, Delilah, Jezebel… you’d think I should know better but no. For my own personal hell, the devil has never come with a sweeter name: Oriana Conti. Brunette and blue-eyed Italian. Supermodel. Love of my life.}

Her countenance, typically an array of animated expressions, had transformed into a tranquil tableau of serenity. A soft, barely discernible smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her. Even the devil himself, in all his cunning and might, would find himself disarmed before such a woman. She bore no regal lineage, possessed no grand narrative of her life. Her beauty was not the kind to inspire poets or artists, and her dubious occupation had seemingly secured her a spot in the inferno. Yet, there was an aura about Reina, a quality that was singular and extraordinary. She held the uncanny ability to perceive devils—two of them, to be exact. To the untrained eye, they were indis

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

"Do you think he broke the rules for you, nearly killing the Don, an offence punishable by death, just because you are another body to fuck and toss aside?" Her voice dropped. "He is obsessed, Leah. You know that. And with the intensity of that obsession... I doubt will ever let you go." I swallowed hard. He has to. He will. That was the only thread I clung to. I asked her, "What is in it for you?" There was no way she was just trying to help a poor kidnapped woman. She bit her lip, looking away. "Because helping you is helping me." She pulled the zipper of her dress down. The fabric slipping off her body and I gasped.

His voice resounded heavily in the basement followed by a chuckle. Casio felt goosebumps covering his entire body just at the sound of his voice. He was fully dressed in black except for the Gold skull. He looked every bit of the devil like the rumors in the underground world. ' Was he truly the devil?' Casio found himself wondering and then knew instantly he was doomed. " You are the one who wants to erase my existence off the earth," He said repeating Casio's same words. " I am merely giving you the opportunity to" He added and Casio shivered.

She had arrived a few minutes ago, and I had mentioned that soon the strange boys would be my neighbors. "Let's forget about that, girls. They're handsome and serious. There's nothing wrong with that," Alessa retorted. "Have you ever read a book?" Karina and I looked at her expectantly—did she know how to read? "Do you?" Karina mocked. Alessa shrugged nonchalantly. "My sister left one in my room, and since Mom had taken away my phone, I had no choice but to entertain myself with it. I liked the story—a typical playboy, handsome, and popular guy."