The Devil Wears Scrubs Book 2 Novels & Stories

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

The guy screamed out in pain, as blood started gushing out of his neck. ************************* "Noooooooooooo!!!!" Both Wise One and Herbert screamed out of their sleep, and start breathing heavily. "The Tyrant Hybrid has awoken!!" THE END Book two would be available starting from next month!

Looking at her I couldn’t help but feel sad and sighing she cleaned her mouth off the breadcrumbs and said, “Please don’t give me that look. You should know by now that nothing is going to change my mind.” Looking down at the books about devils and demons I felt a shiver run down my spine. I couldn’t help but imagine all the scenarios that could happen to Asa if she continued down this path. Why did she have to search for that demon? Why did she have to go to such lengths for Clay? “I am sorry but I can’t let you have these books,” I said collecting them and taking them away with me instantly. There was slight tension freezing the air around us again as I stiffly walked out of the kitchen le

“I know the score, and I played the game knowing what I was getting into. So thanks for the good time, and go on back to your regulars. I’m sure you’ve got a few waiting on you out there, who’ll be thrilled to take you home.” Stunned by her words, this time Scars let her go. And he watched the only woman that he’d ever fallen for at goddamn first sight just waltz right on out of Satan’s Bar. Dreams do come true, man… and then they’re taken away from you. Well. Fuck. That.

We will send the demons back to where they belong, but first we will make them live in the torture we create for them. *** This is the end 😭 but there is more in Book 2, My Devil's side, which is seven years in the future and is the last and final book to this story. I will load it in this book as the next chapter so it all together. Thank you for taking this journey with my characters and I hope you enjoyed. I love all the comments and gems. I truly appreciate the support. I hope to see you in my next book 😚

Her door opens without a sound. There she is. Curled on her side. Breathing even. She looks... untouchable like this. “Why can’t I just hate you?” The words slip out before I can stop them. My eyes drop to the dresser. A book. I pick it up. Yellow streak across the page. Thick. Messy. She used syrup. “The devil doesn’t only wear horns. He wears control like a suit.” I stare at it. A smile cuts across my mouth. I don’t mean for it to.

There was no need to run before the hunt began. As Avery turned toward the exit, she crossed paths with a ghost of her past. Delaney Cross regarded Avery with a sneer, her face as pale as a winter moon. Her gait was heavy and awkward, devoid of her usual predator’s grace. Avery quickened her pace to avoid the scent of conflict, but Delaney spun around, blocking the path with a snarl. Without warning, Delaney snatched the healer’s report from Avery’s hand. Her eyes scanned the ink, her expression shifting from confusion to a complex, jagged jealousy.

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

Book 2: Random Wetness: Blurb: What would you do if, in the middle of a wild party, just trying to dance your heartbreak away over a colleague you secretly crave, then a stranger grabbed you from behind, bent you over so fast and started fucking. Just when you wanted to raise your voice, you started enjoying the pleasure….you leaving you too weak to stand? Yeah. That happened to me. Crushing on the dangerously handsome Kaelon Draven, who doesn’t even know I exist, has driven me to some very reckless choices: Like hiring a smug love doctor to cure my obsession. Like disguising myself as a man just to land a job in his company.

Real smooth. He is what people call sexy these days but I've known him enough to certify him as the devil reincarnated rather than sexy. He was super drunk as usual so I got down to business. I bent down on the floor to clean up the mess slowly and carefully, making sure that I didn't wake him up. I was almost done and just when I was about to leave, I heard the sound of him clearing his throat which sent a shiver down my spine. Holy shit! Do I look up? What do I do? This doesn't happen.