The Devil Wears Desire Full Movie Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Well, then I'll be the one to go first..." "No, I'll go first" "I'm quite good, I'll go first" A smirk lingered at the corner of her lips as she watched the other gamblers stopped their games to fight for a night with her. It's really good to be beautiful and sexy. In less than a minute, everyone turned against each other and fought, throwing stuffs around the bar. The bar man hid to seek shelter from the objects hurled in his direction, Anastasia seems unwavering even as cups broke before her feet, one hit her in the temple.

“Hate me. Fight me. But don’t ever think you can leave me.” She turned sharply, her blue eyes blazing. “What do you even want from me, Theo? You killed my father, you ruined my life. You have my body—what else is left?” I smiled, slow and dangerous. “Your soul, carino.” Her breath hitched. “That’s the thing about deals with the devil,” I continued, watching as her fingers twitched at her sides. “They don’t end when you want them to.” Her lips parted, but no words came out.

All I saw was fear and a nod that only means this was the only option. I was devastated, shattered in spirit and right this moment, I just wanted to faint for a long period of time and when I woke up, all this would be a nightmare; one that I will try to forget. I was so immersed in my emotions I didn't realize the devil was behind me. I turned abruptly as he slowly leaned towards me. “If you agree to be my pet for a year, then you and your father will be free" The devil whispers coldly, with his eyes full of desire.

Vienna’s POV "What the hell?" I muttered under my breath as the video autoplayed. I didn’t want to watch—but I couldn’t look away. Curiosity and dread curled tight in my chest like a wire. On the screen, Warren stood on a sunlit hotel terrace. He was dressed to perfection in a tailored charcoal suit. The wind caught his dark hair just enough to make him look effortlessly cinematic—handsome, powerful, unattainable. And then she appeared. Desiree glided into frame in a silk backless gown that clung to her like liquid moonlight. She approached from behind, her movements slow and deliberate, her expression one of practiced intimacy.

I took my time to look at him, that's the guy I want to be with, he is good, humble and good looking, I know girls say the devil is the most handsome, I think they are all blind. Oliver with his low cut, tall and dark, a smile that stops my heart every time, his red lips, I keep dreaming of kissing that lips, I want my first kiss to be with him. He is the light that I use to fight away that devil, though it is no longer working, I think the devil has dominated my thinking and every cell, I need to get closer to that light so that he will dispel the darkness. I started moving my feet towards Oliver, this is it, my last chance to tell him my mind, I fear he might reject me but I have hope he w

‘I don’t have anything to wear. ‘That’s easily solved.’ ‘I have this fantasy about wearing a wicked red dress and drinking champagne from a tall, slim glass with a handsome man in a dinner jacket. Would we drink champagne?’ His mouth curved into a smile so sexy it should have been illegal. ‘All night.’ ‘And would we—?’ The devil danced in his eyes and his mouth moved fractionally closer to hers. ‘If you’re asking what I think you’re asking then the answer is yes, we definitely would.’

The devil stood there still in the human form, wearing a tuxedo. He looked so handsome and charming that a genuine smile automatically appeared on my lips looking at him. He smiled back as he walked to me. “It’s been a long time, I have worn a suit.”He said, looking nervous while scratching his neck. “You look too handsome,” I said as I fixed the bow at his neck. “Ella,” The devil held my hand that was fixing his bow and then he kissed it with love. “If there is anything bothering you, please tell me.”His words seem like a plea that I don’t understand at all.

I blinked rapidly and looked at my back to see if he was really looking at me but of course, there was no one behind me but the bed board. Wait! I looked back at the man.. Valentin Rostislav. I swallowed hard trying my best not to drool over the man. His hair was packed into a man bun and the blue shirt he wore fitted perfectly on those huge biceps and broad shoulders. Three buttons were unbuttoned, showing off his hard chest. Oh my god! I was doomed! I had never felt this way about a man before. I was a pole dancer who saw men everyday but had never felt the way I was feeling right now for anyone.

My mouth dries just looking at him. How can he be so beautiful? He's pure sin, so deliciously tempting I don't want to waste another minute not touching him. Sitting up, I reach for his pants, tugging him closer to me. He let's me, staring down at me wordlessly as I unbutton them. His hand rests on mine before I can reach in to grab him out of his pants. "Take your top off for me." I oblige him, not stopping until all my clothes are on the floor. He shrugs his jacket off, and then his shirt, revealing the muscled planes of his chest and abdomen. I note the tattoo's, the few scars scattered about.