The Devil Wears Prada Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I couldn't stand his presence; when he was near me, I could smell the cheap and everyday perfume of that woman; although jealousy ate me up inside, he told me that I didn't care. Maybe at some point, my heart and mind would believe it, so many times he repeated it over and over again, he didn't dare touch me, and I wouldn't allow it either. But today was the day I feared so much, the days passed so fast that I could not even assimilate that my wedding with the Devil was imminent; I am in front of the mirror looking at my dress, of the finest and most exclusive fabric that my splendid fiancé could find. My earrings and engagement ring were diamonds that looked like snow rocks glittering in th

And then he pushed me on the bed before he started unbuttoning his clothes. “Your grace?” He smiled and goddess, that smile was devastatingly lethal. “You should have said so, Katniss. Don’t worry, I will tire you out so you could sleep like a baby tonight. I will make sure that you will not be able to think about anything else while you’re beneath me. That’s a promise.” I smiled. I untied my robe and spread both my arms and legs for him. “I am waiting, your grace.” While watching Blade strip, I remembered what the elders taught me in school. They said that once you associate yourself with the devil, in the process, you become a devil as well.

“Addicted to the man your family taught you to fear.” “Yes,” she admitted breathlessly between moans. “I hate it… but I crave you. I touch myself thinking about your cock when you’re not looking.” Dante groaned and sped up, pounding into her with deep, claiming strokes. He hooked one of her legs higher and hit a new angle that made her see stars. “Cum for me, Bella. Cum on the Devil’s cock like the good girl you’re becoming.” She shattered violently, screaming his name as her walls clamped down around him. Dante followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her with thick, hot cum.

The suggestion ignited a flame like a match igniting a gasoline-drenched forest. ************ JEMIMA’S POV I watched as Visha slowly stripped before me, her slow-moving acts one by one more and more sultry. It's as if she started by unbuttoning that blouse of hers so that little by little, the lovely black bra incasing her cleavage more and more, becomes visible. I couldn't resist staring as the pants slid off to reveal the matching black thong beneath. She's every inch the seducress, and I've already begun the process of getting all wet down there waiting for her.

The silence that followed Dana's admission was heavy, wrapped in a coldness that sent a shivering clarity through Jasper's mind. ​He gripped the steering wheel tighter, his mind analyzing the scene with a deep, mounting irritation. He stole a swift glance toward Dana, who was still averting her face, staring out the window with dead, hollow eyes shielded behind her dark sunglasses. Jasper felt a wave of profound disgust—not at her, but at the filthy, subconscious psychological game Adrian was playing. Adrian was trying to rebuild a woman who had long left his life, using the body of another woman who was willing to sever her own roots and dye her very identity black just to satisfy his desir

She swallowed hard. “And… what if I don’t cooperate?” Her voice trembled now, barely audible. Zayn leaned in with a smirk, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Lady, oh my lady,” he murmured, his tone coated in mock reverence. He sat on the bed now, face-to-face with her. His stare was intense, unblinking. It forced her to hold her ground—even if her spine had stiffened like steel, trying not to flinch. “My intentions toward you are not evil,” he said. “But my plan is. In this world, you’ll find people whose goals match mine. Maybe even go beyond… but in the worst ways.”

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

He said softly. The music finally ended and Mia walked away from him, curtsying and exiting the room. She breathed in the night air, trying to calm her heart. 'Damn you, you bloody cursed man!' she cussed the Grand Duke, or rather The Devil. "I know I'm cursed." The devil spaidand Mia jumped, looking around, her hand on her chest. Radna couldn't help but look at her hand, just above her cleavage. Mia had a much larger bust than Lily. In fact, he couldn't even remember Lily very well...

"You must pray for strength." "Prayers won't fix this, Father. My kitty is hot as hell for him. Every time I close my eyes, I see him. I see him stripped of his robes, pinned under me, crying out a different kind of prayer." I let out a soft, shaky moan, letting my hand slide down the silk of my skirt. I didn't hide the sound. I wanted him to hear the friction. "The devil made me do it, but I like it. I like the way the sin feels. Don't you want to know who he is?"

That’s a problem for future-Alicia. ********* Chiara is exactly like I’d imagined her to be. She would have been perfect for the lead role in ‘The Devil Wears Prada’. My instant dislike of her is mutual. Because this is a first dress fitting and I’m definitely not going to be standing naked or dressed in only underwear in front of her, or any strangers. I make sure to wear tight, high-rise exercise shorts and a sports bra. She can see my back markings only, nothing else.