The Devil Wears Prada Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I wanted her for myself then and I want her for myself now. The notorious Devil is a title and reputation I’ve very much earned. When a Devil wants something, he takes it. And I’ve ignored my own wants and needs long enough. It’s time I give in to the urge to drive Nova to the edge of madness and show her the darker sides to be found in pleasure. The ones carefully mixed with an appropriate measure of pain.

And now, even she herself could believe that she was able to sleep peacefully with the devil. Thinking about the devil, her eyes immediately moved to her body. After making sure her clothes were still intact in her body, she sighed in relief. ‘Maybe he really is a gentleman like he said.’ Tanya said, but then she remembered what he had done to her yesterday. How he had pulled her hair, kissed her like a hungry lion, and how he had insulted her yesterday. ‘Maybe he's not really a gentleman.’ Tanya said again. ‘Why on earth I'm I even thinking about him this early morning?’ Tanya asked herself, then she shook her head hard and used her hands to pat her face.

All the events of that night came rushing to me but I closed my eyes to keep myself steady. This is not the right time to fall in the rabbit hole. I took a deep breath and opened my phone. Devil : How’s my princess doing? Princess That idiot. He is making fun of me. Me: Planning your murder. Devil: Threatening will not take you far, Darling. Me: Ohh, It’s working fine for you. Devil: Whatever, Be ready I am picking you up. Me: Are you crazy? I am not going out with you.

She's not sure who that person is, but the way he's talking seems like he's someone Richard listens to. Emily worked for three days only, but one thing she noticed is that no one dared to defy Richard. Every staff member was secretly calling him "the devil" – except for her. She didn't want to think of him that way, believing that no one is perfect. In Richard's case, he was just a naturally hot-headed guy, but that didn't make him the devil in her eyes. Despite the headache he gave her with all the documents and work, she thought maybe he was just testing her, so she didn't give up. "You're talking about my ex-secretary, aren't you?" Richard said. "He's no longer my secretary; I fired him a

What would be the harm in dressing for the boss? “We are going to be late!” Cassandra said irritably. “If she’s not down in another minute, we leave without her.” “Fine, just let me go see where she…” Emma trailed off as she looked toward the stairs. “Shit, if I was gay…” Cassandra turned and her mouth popped open. She could feel her brain leave her body as Olivia made her way down the stairs, one hand sliding along the rail, her eyes locked on Cassandra’s. She’d put her hair up, with loose strands hanging down strategically. She was gorgeous, absolutely breathtaking, and Cass was not letting her out of the house for others so ogle looking like that. “No.”

The first order of witches was banned from the Moonstone clan because of dark magic, but Devon embraced it because he wanted to be the alpha and also the mate of Dakota. He admired Dakota secretly, but Jasmine in all his uprightness was able to get Dakota. Luckily for them, their union was blessed as they found out that they were mates. Devon was angry and sought the throne and Jasmine's woman. His anger led him to something unimaginable. He dressed as Jasmine and had sex with Dakota. Dakota knew it was not Nicholas. "Who are you?" Dakota asked in the dark room. Devon was panting hard after different strokes in and out. He was getting ready to leave when that question hit him. "Don't you dar

She's so beautiful even in that very simple dress and before she can finally speak, I already pulled her hand towards the car. "Get inside." "You're excited to face the media? To make your name fume in fragrance? I hate you Jeoff!" Juan Carlos didn't even inform me that I need a ductape to keep her mouth shut. Tsk. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

“What did you think will happen when you make a deal with the devil?” Zara gasped and wondered how he knew. “I am not stupid. I know very well how one mates with more than one mate at a time. You will regret the day you tried to make a fool out of me,” Prince Deacon whispered before forcefully ripping her dress off her, followed by her undergarments. Prince Deacon left his shirt on and only unfastens his pants. Zara stood with her hands over her breast and her legs crossed, too shameful to look up.

The sigils beneath the bed warmed under her back, echoing each rise and fall of her chest. She waited, panting, for his touch to turn brutal. For his tail to appear and press inside her. For him to take his own pleasure from her body. But the moment never came. His mouth moved over her cunt in purposeful strokes. Drawing from her soft and tentative moans of pleasure. She shouldn’t like it. This gentle giving from him. But gods, she did. She was willing to fall for this gentle side of him. Devil or not. His grip on her hips tightened as he pushed his tongue deep inside her. Adelaide's back arched, pushing her clit into him. The bridge of his nose rubbed against the quivering nub, pulling soun

The young woman thought of protesting, but she remembered in time that the being before her was a devil, the stories she remembered about them spoke as if a wounded ego turned them into horrendous and even more monstrous beings. "Say in creating this illusion that I will definitely laugh last at this joke." The devil smiled and the breeze from the seasonal coffee shop changed, not to something more summery, autumnal or wintery, it was simply like it was nothing coming from nowhere. But that was circling the table. Artemisia didn't think long before closing her eyes and just waiting for when she felt she should open them again.