The Devil's Obsession With The Heiress Novels & Stories

Pure Devil! She was not going to let him win this time. He has snatched everything from her, Her Love. Her Rajeev. She feared from this night. His room, decorated for wedding night. The moment she entered inside the room it gave her dangerous chills through her spine that make her shiver for a moment. His Grandma and his sister was giggling looking all happy teasing her for the wedding night. However, they were unknown of what storm is going inside her. They are unknown of the Devil and his true colors Or how he has trap her in his own devil trap.

then fell asleep. ✿ ✿ Unknown P. O. V. When a devil falls in love, it's the most hauntingly beautiful thing ever... And she should be terrified for he will go to the depth of hell for her... He will not have her without the darkness that's hidden within him... Because the broken will always be able to love harder than most... And once he has been in the dark, he will learn to appreciate everything that shines...

His gloating cries begin to annoy me. "Just speak the truth, Boco because I am running out of my patience with you and if your friend has told you about me then you must fear me. I can chop your son into tiny pieces and feed you. Do you want me to drag your son here and make him pay for your sins?" I throw my trump card. I would never think of hurting an innocent child or woman but the blackmailing is a part of this gamble. Family has always been the greatest weakness of a person who sold his soul to the devil and do dirty business.

If he had saved me yesterday, I wondered what would have happened to me. “Angel? Trust me, I am no Angel but rather the Devil himself. And with the Devil, always comes a price for every help.” The Stranger said in a chilly voice that made fear strike into my heart. There is something about this man that makes me feel that he is far more dangerous than Mr Agabus. “What do you want?.” I asked him in a calm voice. “To be my wife!..” I heard him say. Although I am not sure if I heard right.

He was passionate about her but She was afraid of him and his possessiveness. • Description Of The Third Story :- Devil's CRUEL Love [Warning heavy mature and sensitive content and age gap. R18+] "What are you doing here, You duck face?", Devil was approaching her. His steps were slow but threatening. Hie eyes were digging into her soul. Angel shuddered under his hard intense devilish gazes. His deep hazel eyes were staring deeply into her angelic soul. "Are you here for me, huh?", His smirked were making her cringed.

, Chase shamelessly boasted and Nishma laughed heartily. "We are imperfect but yet perfect for each other. I'm Demon. You are a Devil. I'm a king. You are my Queen. We will rule in Hell and make others dance to our tunes", Chase said and pulled her more into his chest as she continued to laugh wholeheartedly That was it he wanted. At last, he made her laugh. She agreed and was trapped in his Hell with him forever. "Wait a minute Author. You are getting old. How could you forget about my sweet Father-in-law? Aka Neil Khanna, aka The Possessive Devil?", Chase asked the author who facepalmed herself -'This second-generation Obsessive Demon'-

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

“That belongs to me if I wish for it.” Camela held his gaze firmly, her voice calm even though she felt scared inside. “You won’t have it.” He laughed softly. “Do you know who I am, little fox-bride?” “You’re the Devil,” she replied. “Not exactly,” he responded, stirring the drink in his goblet. “The Devil makes deals for power. I make deals for obedience.” “I don’t belong to you.” “Not yet.” The candles above them flickered, and for a brief moment, she thought she saw Vincent’s face lurking in the shadows at the corner of the room—pale and desperate, watching her. But when she blinked, he was gone.

The limo door opened into a blur of light, music, and masked faces. Ayla stepped out onto the cobbled drive of the Serrano estate, her heels clicking softly against stone polished to a mirror finish. Above her, chandeliers flickered beneath a vast glass dome, casting broken stars across the arriving guests. Everything reeked of power and decadence. Her mask — crafted in deep black velvet, lined with silver embroidery — clung to her face like second skin. Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.”

He didn’t need to speak for me to hear his thoughts: How far will she go before she forgets herself? They called me many things now. Some whispered “queen.” Others muttered “witch.” But the name that stuck, the one that spread like wildfire through the underworld, was the one I never asked for, the one I never denied. The Devil’s Handmaiden. From been sold as a Handmaiden into the blackwood mansion, to rising as the queen, the one who stole the heart of the Devil “Dominique”. I hadn’t chosen it. But it was mine. And I would carry it well with so much pride abd dignity.