The Devil Wears Prada Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And if he wants something he can do anything to make it his. what happen when the devil laid his eyes on a girl and decided to make the girl his? ➖➖➖➖➖ °•°•°•°•°•° ➖➖➖➖➖ COPYRIGHT ' Devil's Addiction ' All rights reserved. All Rights Reserved. No part of This book May be reproduced in any shape or form, without the writer's consent Events and characters Portrayed in This book is fictional. Any Similarities To a real person, living or dead,

Cheers and applause erupted throughout the venue. When their lips finally parted, barely an inch between them, both smiled. “I’m glad you called me that day, Vivica,” Finn whispered. Vivica’s smile widened as the world around them shifted. Suddenly, they were no longer in the grand hall, but standing beneath the ancient Devil’s Tree, the very place where their story had begun. She looked up at him with pure love. “I knew you would come, my dear Devil.” Finn closed his eyes and pulled her into another deep kiss. “Yes,” he breathed against her lips. “Only yours…” “Only mine… my dear Devil.” THE END.

I tell him my breath quickening with every lie I speak "Am I?" He releases my collarbone and his fingers drop down to my shirt. Every contact of his skin against mine is like that of devil . And like the devil , he will only leave the ashes of my remains . "Leave me the alone," I told him "I told you. I can't ,Not anymore ."He yanks my shirt tearing it in half , buttons flying , falling down at his sheer force , exposing my pale breasts barely clad in my bra . He rubs his pad around the swell of my breasts " I knew he was lying but it's better to make sure " .

"He just took my virginity without my consent, i hate him." "But you like the way he held you these past couple of days ?" Della aforementioned. "THAT WAS BEFORE I KNEW I WAS SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL, JESUS CHRIST !" Mila cursed. "I don't know how many times I have showered, i still feel him all over my skin, i hate it Della, i hate it so much." She said closing her eyes wanting to calm herself down. "He won't stop looking for you ?" Della added.

“Firstly, you'll take a long time to heal. Both internally and externally. Secondly, ruining people's and drilling their blood from their guys is not, and will never be your thing. Thirdly, you need to keep your preppy records clean. Let the devil, devil.” He released a sigh, shaking his head. “I think the devil has taught me his way in the three months I've spent in hell with him, and he doesn't even know.” A firm smile laced his lips. “And if that's the reason you're in here, I think you should get your ass off here, or I'll call Anaba to drag you by your devil's horn. She's already pissed at us both.” Yeah, I noticed. “She ain't pissed. She just needs a good fuck. Which she thinks you cou

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

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.

She asked shoving her phone on my face with a wide grin. "He is all over our university i***a page. Well damn dude he is so hot, masculine. Just admit it he have worth looking body. He is a fallen angel", she said drooling over his abs. Well who the hell take his shirtless pictures. Imma damn sure he post it by himself , the self obsessed person he is. "Devil, not by any chance he can be angel". "Devil's are hotter than angel". "I think you didn't listen to me properly he stole my notes from which you also have to study"...I muttered making her think for few second.

"How about this!!!!" "REALLY LUCAS!" The Devil throw back his head. 'Those imbeciles' "Come onnn this is gorgeous. Huh! I bet Cinderella will ditch the dumb prince to wear this!" "I said no! That is not even princess type." Currently The Devil has held a competition. Yes a competition. That is about who can find the best princess dress.The participants are Lucas and the devil's sister Rehana. Both highly qualified as they brag about their fashion sense all the damn time. Both are competitive.

“What will I wear if my clothes are damaged violently?” She replied while thinking of the parade of brides, but Dev complained to her, “I- I’m not to be blamed. It was your idea of Make-Out.” “What are you thinking, I’m talking about a parade of brides...“ Before Akshara could complete her sentence, Dev hovered over her. “Sara, I am impressed when you appeared in front of everyone with my feathers as your outfit.” “That’s, uh, (she moistened her dried lips with her tongue to explain but Dev finds that as a positive signal and she saw his lust filled eyes.) No, Devil, no.”