The Devil Wears Prada Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Delicious rivets of pleasure rush south. Ah fuck, how am I to spend the night in the same room as her? “You know you’re straight out of a fantasy novel, only… the girl like me doesn’t usually get the guy.” She says with a devilish smile as I tighten my arms around her waist, “Then let me break it to you… this is no fairy tale…” I whisper, brushing my fingers along the smooth skin of her hip. She bites her lips. “Then what is this?” “A reality… where I shall fulfil every dream that you will ever have… whether that’s a goal on your bucket list or your dirtiest darkest fantasy… I’ve sold my soul to Lucifer herself… I’m yours to command My Devilish Goddess.” I whisper huskily.

But I just offer her a smile and pat her shoulder before walking out of the room, shoving my hands into my pockets. There I see, Devil sitting on a couch while reading through a fashion magazine that is in his hands. Or maybe, he is devising a plan on how to get a new girl for business? Shrugging to myself, I walk up to him just as he takes his eyes off of the magazine and settles them on me.

its huge and I am confused what to actually wear ,well you know what I don't care just pick something randomly ella "my subconscious tiredly Instructs me .now what happen to her , seriously , I didn't even whine for that long ! Anyways,I see a white off-shoulder warm top ,I quickly put it on along with a blue jeans and white sneakers.The devil is standing outside ,I don't want to take risk with him. When I came back outside in the bedroom ,he was in half laying position on the bed ,his back leaning on the headboard-legs in sitting position , below knees dangling in the air.Eyes closed,his one arm on his forehead in resting gesture another one on his stomach.Breathing rhythmically ,did he act

I walked in. Petra sat on the white sofa in her silk robe. Coffee in her hand. TV on mute. My photo on the screen. Her makeup perfect. Tears filled her eyes right on time. “How could you?” she said. “My own sister, Reva? After everything I have done for you?” “Petra...” “You have ruined me,” she went on. “The whole city is talking. My engagement is almost gone because you could not keep your legs closed for one night.”

“Don’t pretend, Dev. I saw you picking out a men’s shirt. If it’s not for me, then who?” Deviana gave him a faint smile. “For someone else. I’ve moved on.” Her words struck like an arrow straight to Adrian’s chest. His eyes narrowed. “Liar!” he snapped, stepping forward and snatching the shirt from her hands. “This… this is my favorite brand. My usual color. You think I don’t know your habits? You always pay attention to details like this. You’re buying this for me.” Deviana drew in a sharp breath. “No, Adrian. It’s not for you. Don’t bother me again. My life is peaceful without you.”

“How dare you bring your devilish antics inside my house!” “My son, I'm not the devil here. Bring her inside! “ With a command of his hand, a woman went in. I didn’t recognize her because she was wrapped in a blanket. “This is what the real devil did,” when my father pulled the blanket off... “Rhen.” What did my younger brother do? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO

He interrupted. I sucked in a large breath, my senses failing. I couldn't be believing the filth falling from his mouth. He was a devil, a master of psychological warfare. He was trying to sever the only tie I had left. Sarah hated him. She had stood by me when the world branded me a murderer. She wouldn't betray me. Our years together, the secrets we shared, there was no way. "Sarah was very... very..." He leaned into my ear, his breath hot and smelling of mint and more trouble. "Very hot in bed."

Inviting me to a forbidden dinner. And I'm going rabid… licking my lips… I watch as she slowly moves her delicate fingers across her wet peach. I swallow. I understand now why men went to war. "Come now, Jude, I know you want to," she says, a wicked smile creeping on her face. My Clothes vanish one by one, the sound of my shirt ripping sending shocks through my body. Self-control disintegrates. All that’s left is skin and breath and everything she has promised. She tastes like memory and regret.

Make Judas bleed, crumbled before I make the devil himself beg me for mercy. He took something of mine, so it’s only fair if I take something of his in return with interest, of course. And how do you break the devil? You take his softest thing. You desecrate her. You make her love her cage. You make her say thank you for it. Krystina isn’t just bait. She’s the war. And I’ve already started winning. But right now, I need to not look at her again. Because if she so much as glances at me with those trembling lashes and parted lips, if she so much as sighs, I’ll be inside her before the clock hits the next fucking minute.

Bella’s POV Zayden’s words sent a shiver through me, rage and unwanted desire twisting in my gut. I bucked against him, trying to knee him in the balls, but he anticipated it, grinding his thigh harder into my aching core. My pussy clenched involuntarily, soaking through my panties, betraying me. His hands slid down my body, rough fingers shoving under my dress without mercy. He yanked my thighs apart, his palm cupping my mound possessively.