The Devil Wears Prada Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Am I expected to thank the heavens for burdening me with such well-favored looks?" I yelped like I’d seen the devil himself. When I turned, there he was—standing by the door with his arms crossed like the smug bastard he is delivering me a heart attack. Ugh! And the devil doesn’t wear Prada, but he wears all black Gucci from his shades to his expensive shoes. "Which hellhole did you crawl out of? Who let you in?" I barked at him. He clicked his tongue. "I’ve done nothing to you. And if we’re to be precise—we’re merely using one another. If blame must be assigned, I’m afraid it falls squarely on you."

Hell no I have given her hundreds of glares in the past few hours of the day. “Oh my gosh you're all red again” she chuckled “Are you helping me pick my outfit or not?” I asked walking off. We had come to buy new office wears for me as I will be one of the designers of RiverStyle. But I haven't made any choice as my mind keeps wandering off. And the witch behind me was not helping matters Julie remained silent. But her smiles never disappeared. “How about seducing him while at the office…” “Julie!” I could feel the amused stares around us. But the devil stood, holding her mouth. Amused

SHIT! Devon Today proved to be just as fucking hard as yesterday. Once again Mykayla was already there when I arrived. I could smell coffee brewing. I was not thrilled with this turn of events. I had just set my briefcase and key down on my desk when she came walking in with a steaming hot cup of coffee. I swallowed the growl that damn near slipped out when I saw her standing in front of me in that damn deep purple dress. It was completely appropriate for the office, but it showed off just enough of every dip and curve of her perfect figure and ended just above her knees. My hands twitched wanting to touch those legs of hers. Her skin looked smooth as silk. Domnik was drooling in our shared

“He’s not exactly Satan.” “Yes, but—” I groan in frustration. “You don’t understand.” How do I explain that the Devil up there...the ripped, tattooed, pierced, so amazing in bed that I can’t think about anything except his cock...set my fucking wardrobe on fire because he wanted me to wear dresses without panties? He's clearly insane. “What I understand is that you’re living with Dorian Reed,” she says. “He’s like...legendary when it comes to fucking.”

It was obviously a no-brainer. “Then, you're in luck.” He started removing his tie and proceeded in unbuttoning his shirt. “The devil is here giving you an offer. Alpha Vladimir began sniffing the side of my face down to my neck. I closed my eyes as he started putting his hand under my skirt. If sleeping with the devil would make me Adrian’s queen, then so be it. I live for Adrian Patterson and probably die for him too. With that, I sealed a contract with the demon himself. And honestly, I didn’t regret doing so.

“You’ll be fine, Meeks. You’re charming, you’re brilliant, and you look like a dream. Just try not to spill red wine on the patriarch of the empire or anyone important, and you’re golden.” “This isn't funny, Nora.” I laugh, but it comes out a little shaky. I toss the black dress onto the growing pile on the chair and start shimmying into the emerald one, the silky fabric cool against my skin. “Easy for you to say that. You’re not the one being pushed into marrying into the DeWitt empire. These people are… intense.” My phone dings twice on the nightstand momentarily. I glance at it lazily over my shoulder, while adjusting the thin straps of the dress. The moment I see the name on the lock scr

With that, she turned on her heel and went to work behind the bar. Anna turned her attention to me with raised eyebrows. “Sharing a milkshake? That’s pretty romantic for the Devil.” “Oh, baby. You have no idea how romantic I can be.” I’m willing to lower myself into watching some of those cheesy romance movies just to get some ideas, though I’d never admit it to Anna nor would anyone ever find out. I’d be a bloody laughingstock...the things a Devil must do to impress his Queen. Anna narrows her blue eyes at me. “Just so you know...you’re not getting the cherry.”

She made sure her voice is a velvety murmur, as she seized an opportunity to ask Devon when she went to him to deliver the document he requested. She wore a smile so saccharine it could have sweetened a gallon of coffee, all in a bid to snag Devon's attention. "Yes, please, Miss Praya. Serve everyone," he replied flatly, his eyes glued to his work. This lack of acknowledgment stung Praya, and a faint shadow of disappointment flitted across her face. "Right away, sir Devon" "Would you like some snacks to accompany your coffee, sir?" Not one to be deterred easily, Praya persisted, her smile now bordering on the absurdly sweet as she lingered, desperate to extend her time in Devon's presence.

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha

Bella felt a bit nervous and asked Fiona in a low voice, "Hey, why do you think he's looking for me?" This Devon was none other than the son of their big boss, making him the prince of their company. After returning from studying abroad, he took charge of the design department, demonstrating strong capabilities, a good temperament, and good looks. Many female colleagues secretly competed to become his princess, and Jessica was one of them. However, over time, Devon's true colors began to show—he was too flirtatious! He surrounded himself with women and couldn't focus on work, even turning the design department into his harem.