Novelas y relatos de The Devil Wears Prada

There, a pair of black leather shoes walked their way into the hall and drew the attention of everyone in the room to glance at the position of the entrance. Besides the set of these black leather shoes, there was a beautiful pair of heels whose top was covered in sparking diamonds. The eyes of everyone in the room moved from the shoes to the faces of their owner's and they were bewildered. It was the devil, he was finally here, but wait, who was this beautiful angel beside him? People wondered as they kept on staring at the two figures attentively. The angle standing beside the devil was a definition of beauty and seduction. She was wearing the latest gown from the brand of fashion flames w

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

His dark blue eyes lifted, and time itself seemed to pause as Vivica appeared at the opposite end. Dressed in the breathtaking white wedding gown she had sewn herself, just as she had promised him, Vivica walked forward. With every step she took on the white rose petals, a sweet, heavenly fragrance filled the air. The entire venue seemed to hold its breath at the sight of the Heavenly Empress and the Devil Emperor. Asher got to see Vivica for the first time and admitted to himself that the rumors about Vivica’s beauty and innocent face were not exaggerated. Instead the words fail to her beauty and the purity from her mere presence.

LUCIA That devil really did put a spy app on every single one of my gadgets. Anger slipped through my veins as I stared heinously at the app in front of me. It was some kind of weird looking app that seemed scary even at first glance. The icon’s background was black in color, with some kind of manly silhouette drawn-out design at the center. The man seemed to be wearing a hat, a shade and a coat. Just like detectives, but a scarier version with eerie vibes.

was on her left chest, greeted them as she approached William and Emmy in her sleek black silk uniform. "Afternoon, Ms. Diana. I’d like to buy my girlfriend some work clothes and travel outfits—could your team help her find some nice pieces here?" William replied on behalf of his girlfriend, who was holding his arm nervously. The 35-year-old woman with neatly tied-back black hair responded, "Please follow me, Miss. Our staff will help find clothes that suit you perfectly!" Emmy finally followed Ms. Diana’s lead and was immediately swarmed by four staff members at once. All of them helped pick out attractive, stylish pieces from Prada’s collection. She tried them on in the fitting room, then

Held the dress up. It wasn’t a dress. It was barely a whisper. Black mesh. Transparent. Stretchy. Sleeveless. Two velvet straps where the cups should be. Slits that cut all the way up to the hip. No lining. No modesty. No mercy. Her grin was fucking evil. “This,” she said, waving it, “is gonna make the Devil jealous.” My breath hitched. My thighs squeezed. I was still dripping. “You’re wearing this,” she continued, “with heels, gloss, no bra, no panties, and zero fucking shame.”

"What the hell are you up to?" Tomorrow, by this time… I’ll be married to her. Married. The most powerful woman in Velmara — no, the world—will walk, and the world will finally know she’s still alive. Hell. This better be worth it. *** I pace. Just… burning energy. That’s what I tell myself. The room is perfect. White orchids everywhere. Subtle, expensive lighting that makes everything glow like magic. It’s amazing what a fat check can do. Bribery truly is an art form.

Calvin POV --- Milan burned in its own kind of way. It wasn’t loud like New York, or reckless like Vegas. Milan seduced. It draped itself in shadows and wine-stained lips, every inch soaked in elegance that didn’t ask for attention - it demanded it with a whisper. And somehow, I ended up here with her. Silvia. The woman who haunted every room I walked into - whether or not she was in it. We were here for the another campaign. One of the biggest deal of the season. A legacy collaboration between Deva and the Milan fashion house known for redefining sensual couture. Headlines. Cameras. Prestige.

Devine is holding onto a glass of wine, catching up with an old-time friend and sipping randomly from his wine when his tilted head propeled his eyes to catch a glimpse of the most beautiful woman in the world. His breath hitched as his gaze took in the attractive sight of Nutella as she stood by herself looking like the definition of deadly sins. Her curly wavy blond hair, appeared messy, leaving her with the bitchy appearance that he loved so much. His eyes accentuated her every curve and he cursed softly. Gosh! She was a walking sin, looking hot and captivating in all glory. His jaws tightened and he marveled his eye through the ecstatic sight, his eye wandering around her hot slited thig

Kara said straight while smiling, and I could hear some students laughing inside. Why would she say that?! Now we're definitely going to get in trouble. "Excuse me?! Is this a joke to you Miss Wilson?" Oh God! She looks furious. She moved her head to me and gave me a glare, "And you? Why are you late?!" My hands started getting sweaty, and I was busy thinking of an excuse when she suddenly spun me around that made me a bit dizzy. "I now see, Miss Wilson, you're quite passionate so early in the morning to give this young man such a present, no?" She said with a raised brow.