The Devil Wears Prada Fanfiction Novels & Stories

They would probably kiss and… a lot more. Was she ready for that? Inner Devil: 'Freya, you are a thirty-one-year-old virgin! Get some, for crying out loud!' Inner Devil 2: 'That V-card’s got dust on it, girl. Let’s blow it off—literally.' Inner Devil: 'Even Disney Princesses are judging you!' Inner Devil 2: 'Besides, you got a Brazilian wax and a V-steam! You don’t want all of that to go to waste!' Inner Devil: 'Imagine Kenneth touching you all over, especially down there. Girl, I promise you it’s going to be mind-blowing. You’ll want more!'

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--”

Thus, Seraphina quickly understood what Devon wanted to convey, and she chose to wear only his clothes. Devon becoming possessive towards Seraphina, even though she has only just agreed to enter into a courtship with him. He cannot fully understand that when Seraphina wear a crop top and shorts, the demon within him becomes uncontrollable. He would not hesitate to kill anyone who dares to look at her figure and her angelic face. "Of course you are," Devon replies, cheerfully watching the lady. At this moment, he cannot comprehend that he is secretly smiling, something he rarely does.

I committed many atrocities all in the name of my so-called love fantasies for Tristan. Bad companies and Bad influence had messed with my head all through my life and had made me even more crazy, just the way I preferred it, but I had always been pretending to be the sweet angel in everyone else's eyes until now. I was soaked in the devil’s blood and could do anything to have what I wanted. Now I wanted Tristan and for good this time. Hazel was certainly not going to be a stumbling block in my way.

The Gods having heard my prayers, when a knock suddenly rings upon my door before the soft sound of it opening and closing alerts me as to who had just entered my room, the air stopping dead in its tracks at who was now standing before me. The Devil in black himself along with Grant, the anti-hero. Both smiling devilishly handsome at me which makes my panties go wet in 0 to 60 in 2 seconds flat. Heat pooling all around me as I try not to think of them in that way only to fail. God clearly having different plans for me even as I continue to undress the Devil with my own eyes. The need to touch him growing because hell, why not? I already touched Tony and Alex so why couldn’t I touch Lucus and

She's gone through a lot of shit and deceiving her to a much worse fate , is terrible. " Dear, Alexa. Won't you give up yet ?" He asks. His deep blue eyes taunts me as usual. He shoves his hands in his pants and smirks at me. Why is the devil always beautiful ? Stupid fucker. Can't believe I had sex with him. He even made me give him a strip tease because I refuse to budge. I squirm on the chair and try to free myself from the knots of this rope. I don't even have much clothing. I'm with just panties and bra. He would touch me whenever I say no and almost made me give him a blow job.

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

“You’re very brave when he’s not around.” She leaned in, her voice dropping. “And you’re very pathetic when he is. You can just drop the act, can you? You just want his money .." “That’s a lie.” “Is it?” Her eyes glittered. “And the icing on the cake, you also want to have sex with him. You are such a greedy bitch! He would never even have sex with you. Delulu..much!” Something inside me snapped. What? Devon.. won't have sex with me? Isn't that what he has been trying for more than ten business days and has failed woefully? Never..my ass!