The Devil Wears Prada Novels & Stories

Hopefully, I could make it in and out of here without bumping into him because I wasn’t prepared for that. Just prior to Christian’s office, was a nameplate that read Devon Booker. Seeing his name made me feel all gushy inside. I normally would have knocked to announce my presence, but Melissa was hot on my heels, so I barged right on in. What I saw inside nearly took my breath away. Devon was sitting at a huge, shiny mahogany desk looking devilishly handsome in a dark suit and tie. Atop his desk was a beautiful, busty woman in a low-cut gray, pinstriped dress and red stilettos. Her long, tan legs were crossed gracefully, and she was leaning towards Devon’s chair with her gigantic tits thrus

But the reality of her situation soon returned, and she quickly washed, determined not to linger. When she stepped out, she saw the dress laid out for her. It was a deep crimson, made of soft, flowing fabric that felt luxurious against her skin. She put it on, her fingers trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. She was dressing up for the man who had imprisoned her, and the thought made her sick.

Crystalbella was wearing a short black leather jacket today, paired with black body shaping leather pants. Her self-confidence was not merely for show because she had a great figure with a S-curve that protruded forward and backward, and her hips were wider than those of other girls, which made her hips particularly prominent. The short leather jacket rose up as she walked, revealing her slim waist that was as small as the palm of a hand. This kind of figure can be called the devil’s figure, as it especially can make men have evil reverie. Leonardo DiCaprio saw that the whole command center’s eyes had fallen on her, to his amusement. Indeed, there may be many female agents around, but one so

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

“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.”

My skin tingled in anticipation. If there was the Devil wears Prada, Madam Alessia Hearst, our Executive Editor wore Hermes from bags, scarves, and belts. Louboutin for her shoes, and I didn’t have to mention the choice of her jewelry and watches. She had her own stylist, but she barely agreed to interviews. She took her private life seriously. If she did, it only focused on her job, not her personal life. Alessia Hearst remained a mystery to me. But man, she was sophisticated, classy, and stood tall at least five feet, nine inches tall. She always kept her chestnut hair short. What I loved the most was her medium skin to my Porcelain.

"Badass huh? Something to do with a brown-eyed guy who loves to annoy people?" Ira rolled her eyes but one couldn't miss the small smile her face had. "Shut up." She turned to Simone. "Like it?" Simone glanced away from admiring the dress. "Like it? Love it!" she pulled Ira into a hug. "You won't wear it?" I asked. Ira gave me a flat look. "You think? That badass moment lasted only until I clicked the buy button but then I didn't have the heart to cancel the order so here it is."

KNOX POV "There she is." Fawaz pointed. Standing in the midst of men and women, her red velvet dress flowed with exotic grace behind her. A leg stuck out to show her sexy curves and the slit that stopped exactly where her underwear was. Just...wow! Her tawny tanned skinned glow under the midnight blue chandeliers to show how much of a goddess she looks. He averted his gaze on hearing his sister voice. (DOVE) "Dove, I didn't think I'd see you here."

The whole place was strictly guarded and even if I could make my way out, it would reach Dante’s ears sooner than expected. When I came out of the bathroom, I dressed up, adorning myself in a red silk robe that hung tightly to my body. Dante had crossed one of his boundaries, maybe I could use that against him. As I walked out of the room, I could hear low chatters from the guards as they eyed me. At first, I thought it was my sultry dress that made them stare hard, but after noticing the strange and stern expressions, I figured something had happened. As I stood outside the door to Dante's room, I noticed the air was still. There was something tense going on, I could feel it.

Stripping off his heavy suit jacket and tossing it carelessly aside onto a armchair, Dev sat heavily on the edge of the plush bed to unlace his bespoke leather boots. As he leaned forward, his dark gaze drifted back to her, instantly snagging on the exposed curve of her bare waist. The sheer, soft pink net saree she was wearing had fallen disheveled around her form, slipping low on her slender hips to expose the smooth, ivory expanse of her spine, her waist, and the tantalizing swell of her bust beneath her sheer, fitted blouse. His throat tightened, a thick, heavy pulse echoing in his ears as he swallowed hard, his primal instincts flaring back to life with terrifying speed.