The Devil Wears Prada Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His intense glares were merciless, and he looked like a devil craving for my soul. "Don't provoke me, Symphony. Try telling anyone about this. I'm telling you, I can play the role of the devil if I want to." He leaned closer to me, his hand still gripping my neck. "You might wake up one day without seeing Autumn anymore. I can do that, try me," he whispered in my ear before forcefully pushing me to the floor. *** "Is Mommy inside her room, Nana? Is she sick?" "Let's just leave your Mommy alone for now, Melody. Maybe she's just busy."

Especially the part about Atlas changing women like ties… Of course, I knew he was likely a womanizer. I just hadn’t given it much thought. Maybe that was what he’d meant when he’d said I’d be traumatized by what I’d find… “Well,” I started in a cold voice, closing the distance between us, “it seems to me you’re the one dying to have some fun with him,” my eyes fell to the name-tag on her silk shirt, “Ms. Simmons.” Then I stretched my lips in a tight grin. “Wanting so desperately to be one of those ties of his.” I stepped even closer, menacingly. “Please have the decency to keep me out of your delusional fantasies, Clara Simmons.”

she chuckled as if trying to rub their betrayal in my face. I never saw myself as pretty. I was a shut-in and never learned how to fix myself or dress well, I was fairly content in my world. My family may have never treated me well, but I craved peace. Until they decided I was to be married off to Charlie Wilson, a man high on the business ladder. His family’s wealth could elevate ours, that was all my family cared about anyway. They were willing to sacrifice their daughter for that if they ever treated me as one.

"We haven't introduced ourselves yet—I'm Francia Dunn." "I'm Afael," he replied, giving her a flirtatious smile. Damn. "And they are my brothers, Basael and Kanael." "She's flirting with them," grumbled Alessa, irritated. "Kanael is mine." Karina rolled her eyes. I diverted my gaze, not wanting to look... upset watching the scene. Watching how Afael was flirting with Francia. "Would you like something else?" I said, getting up. My milkshake had already finished. They shook their heads, paying too much attention to what Francia, the country-named girl, had to say. I walked towards the counter, feeling eyes on me.

But then something made him look up and across the courtyard and his feet slowed down without asking his brain for permission. She was standing near the English block entrance talking to another girl, laughing at something, her head tilted slightly to one side the way it had been when she was looking at her phone outside his yard. She was in uniform now, the same uniform everyone wore but some how she wore it like herself, like she hadn't let the uniform decide anything about who she was today. The yellow sundress was gone. But the smile was exactly the same. It's her. The girl from the timber yard. The white Mercedes. The girl who took the wrong turn on Delaney Road.

Maybe what he was going to do is going to ruin her, but he doesn't care as long as she crawls back to him. Call him insane, call him wicked, but he would even turn into a monster when it just had something to do with the woman named Alessia. Dante stood at the edge of the bed, shirt unbuttoned, chest heaving with every breath as he drank in the sight of her. Alessia—his Alessia—lay sprawled across the bed, legs slightly parted, the soft rise of her breasts barely hidden by the oversized shirt she wore… his shirt. The lace panties hugging her hips? He hadn’t seen that color on her before. Pale pink, soaked in the centre, a stain of need she didn’t even know she had.

It was screaming money. I couldn't take my eyes off the steering wheel because of the way Mr. Collins was handling it. I was imagining myself being the steering while he handled me. Putting me in different positions and making me feel good with those hands. I could feel my pant getting soaked due to my little imagination. I crossed my legs to stop the throbbing in between my thighs. "Are you okay?" He must have noticed me adjusting myself uncomfortably "I'm fine" I shyly smiled, I couldn't bring myself to look at him because if I did I was going to start thinking of the things we did this morning.

“Just make it seem like you and Devon are secretly lovers, then one day. Send the photo to Arya, make her cry and leave.” She narrows her eyes the more, “What the fuck?” “Look, I need her to leave Devon so I can be with him. I love Devon.” “That’s not love!” She raises her voice and everyone in the coffee shop turns to look at us, my face reddens with embarrassment. “That's an obsession!”

she whispered as she tried to keep her breathing stable, she had to focus on something other than the body of the devil who looked hotter than the ten suns of Jupiter if ever there was because no normal sun would be compared to the savage man flexing his hard well-toned muscles, his eight abs were visible even to where she was standing such that her mind replayed a familiar scene from a long time ago which had her losing her mind, Sia was certain he was doing it on purpose, he could have used any other place for his workouts but why near her bedroom window "I... I... I should go" she cleared her throat, wiped sweat from her forehead and entire face because whatever happened looked as if some

If only he knew just how aroused I became thinking about the Devil exerting some barbarity on me, he would have been worried about me in a different way. I quickly looked around, satisfied with the lavish interior my eyes beheld. A long stack of stairs framed with and gold railing of welded steel with intricate design was the centerpiece in this floor, outshining even the brilliant placement of the piano room. I made the conscious decision to take the stairs to the nineth floor to give myself more time to mentally prepare for my pending meeting with the Devil. I examined my wear as I ascended a few steps and I decided to lower the zip of my bodysuit and reveal a daring glimpse of cleavage so