The Devil Wears Prada Novels & Stories

Bella felt a bit nervous and asked Fiona in a low voice, "Hey, why do you think he's looking for me?" This Devon was none other than the son of their big boss, making him the prince of their company. After returning from studying abroad, he took charge of the design department, demonstrating strong capabilities, a good temperament, and good looks. Many female colleagues secretly competed to become his princess, and Jessica was one of them. However, over time, Devon's true colors began to show—he was too flirtatious! He surrounded himself with women and couldn't focus on work, even turning the design department into his harem.

Denisse has this bloated confidence being among the board of directors and assigned as the head supervisor of a few departments, including Pediatrics. "I hate to break it to you, but you are greatly mistaken," the lady scoffed. "I have heard people say the devil wears Prada but never heard anyone say beggars wear them, too." "You mean to say they were wearing such luxurious articles of clothing?" Denisse sneered. "Yeah, and they are refined, finesse, and kind," the lady added. Then she did not wait for Denisse to retort; she managed to make a grand and respectful exit to leave a flaring and huffing Denisse. "Oh, my break is over, bye!"

Zuri. I ignore it. I’ll just call her later. My mouth is literally half open in awe as I make my way inside the reception. How the hell have I not heard of Imperial Couture before today? The building itself is a gleaming high rise. Inside, acres and acres of shiny marble stretch as far as the eyes can see. There are huge portraits of world class models like Noami Campbell and Gigi Hadid on the walls. I’m talking about ginormous portraits. The entire environment gives The-Devil-Wears-Prada kinda vibe, all quiet efficiency and subtle luxury.

I impatiently said. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "In the business world, every help comes with a price. There's nothing free in this world. So, in exchange for the help I'll give your company, I want you to marry my daughter. Marry Symphony." I was speechless. I was astounded by what I just heard. "We didn't agree on anything like that, Mr. Congressman," Papa said in surprise. Looks like he was also caught off guard. "Well, change of mind, Mr. Borromeo," Congressman Del Martin grinned.

The boss therefore, was wearing a well tailored suit, a silver belt with touches of dangerously made tiger designs running through it, the suit revealing his tattoo chest, his hair gelly swept backwards simply leaving just a few strands of his hair in his face. The break was on and the two depart giving privilege to the next in waiting. I was torn between watching the boss and watching Ciara as they depart but then I give up my gaze on the model and strip my eyes all over the boss who was being handled by some staff, he drank from the bottle of water he was given, his eyes roving the place. I swear I couldn't just help my feelings for this man. He was so angelic yet demonic in some ways, I..

As he watched them, he appeared to be buried in contemplation, which made me wonder what he was contemplating. When I put the vodka glass on my lips, my wolf growled angrily, causing my eyes to change to a dark, crimson shape resembling a wolf. I asked indignantly, "What?" at which point the scent filled my nose. Scent of daisies that gave me same peaceful feeling during rainstorms. I knew I wasn't prepared, but I got to my feet nonetheless, followed the scent, and eventually found the woman who was surrounded by men and gazing at the phone she was holding with eyes wide with admiration.

What would be the harm in dressing for the boss? “We are going to be late!” Cassandra said irritably. “If she’s not down in another minute, we leave without her.” “Fine, just let me go see where she…” Emma trailed off as she looked toward the stairs. “Shit, if I was gay…” Cassandra turned and her mouth popped open. She could feel her brain leave her body as Olivia made her way down the stairs, one hand sliding along the rail, her eyes locked on Cassandra’s. She’d put her hair up, with loose strands hanging down strategically. She was gorgeous, absolutely breathtaking, and Cass was not letting her out of the house for others so ogle looking like that. “No.”

Lorraine Lebedeva As I disembark from the sleek limousine, Dante's warm greeting echoes in my ears. I offer a coy smile while adjusting my attire, ensuring that my makeup is pristine before stepping into the bustling nightclub. My choice of attire for the evening is a daring red leather dress, hugging every curve, and accentuating my bare décolletage. I pair this with a classic black stiletto, adding an extra touch of sophistication and glamour.

Alexander felt something jerk inside his body and looking at her pouting lips, he couldn't help but smile. Opening her eyes, Selena was surprised to see the devil prince smiling at her from afar. His rich black hair waxed sideways, giving him a dangerous but hot-looking profile. His sharp jaws curved sexily down to his adam's apple, she let her eyes roam his face and she imagined her hands running through his smooth face. His thin pink lips and staring into his blue eyes looked dangerous as well. Looking down at where she sat, she realized she was wearing a sleeveless thin dress with the sheets drawn up to her thighs. Remembering the rumors about the devil prince, she swung her legs down the

She's not wearing any makeup but her beauty and charm are just enough to get all of our attention. My blood boils upon seeing her wearing a very seductive dress. "What the hell are you wearing, missy?" I furiously said. "Why are you so angry? You should be proud, Aria is too damn hot!" Oslec gladly said. I can see the way he scans Aria from head to toe. "She never wore lingerie when we were together," I exclaimed. "Stop staring at her!" "Jealous much?" Oslec teases me while chuckling. "Fuck off, Fugly," I irritably said and at the same time, raises my middle finger at him.