روايات وقصص ضمن The Devil Who Loved Me

It all began when the devil was first sent out of the heavens. He had wandered on earth in loneliness until he found a human woman who loved and accepted him the way he was. She was bonded to him, and she hoped that he'd turn away from his evil ways, but it wasn't easy to get the devil to turn a new leaf. He went on with his deceitful behavior, and the woman left him when she couldn't take it anymore. She eloped with a human male, but she discovered that she was pregnant with the devil's son. She tried everything to terminate the pregnancy, but it didn't work out well for her, and when she finally had the baby, she threw him into the forest, hoping he'd die there. But, the devil found his so

he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips, “we play our own game.” He pulled her closer, his other hand sliding around her waist, pressing her flush against his hard body. The trophy, still clutched in her hand, clattered to the floor, forgotten. The scent of her perfume, ‘Rebecca,’ mingled with his cologne, a volatile, intoxicating blend. His lips descended, claiming hers in a fierce, possessive kiss that was both punishment and promise. It was a kiss of anger, of betrayal, of raw, undeniable desire. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body, traitorous and alive, responded with a primal ache. The devil who was never meant to love had just shown her his true colors, and in that moment, sh

It seems to always end up the same way– leaving me empty and craving things I don't want… if that makes any sense. Heaven knows that forget being the last thing on my mind, falling for a man that oozes damning sensuality like a pheromone– the kind that seems to know how to call the risqué in me out to the surface without effort– is not there at all. If my previous relationship taught me anything, it’s that I am not designed for love. I can't seem to tell the wolves apart from the sheep, letting my stupid emotions push me into making terrible life choices, a case in point being what happened with Emiliano. The animal practically dumped me in a forced prostitution ring posing as an exclusive s

“It will pass. It must.” But even as she spoke the words, Lavinia knew they were falsehoods. What she felt for Henry had never been simple, and it had long ago transcended infatuation. She loved him—completely, deeply, and hopelessly. She loved his brilliant mind that dreamed of distant stars, his wounded heart that still grieved for parents who never understood his passions, his resilient spirit that had survived loss and addiction to become something remarkable. And now, like everything else in her life, she would learn to exist without it.

His gloating cries begin to annoy me. "Just speak the truth, Boco because I am running out of my patience with you and if your friend has told you about me then you must fear me. I can chop your son into tiny pieces and feed you. Do you want me to drag your son here and make him pay for your sins?" I throw my trump card. I would never think of hurting an innocent child or woman but the blackmailing is a part of this gamble. Family has always been the greatest weakness of a person who sold his soul to the devil and do dirty business.

I'm a Devil, just as you claim, and you, you're an angel, an innocent woman who deserves someone just like you. Love is a weakness. I cannot let in weakness. My cold-hearted life was okay before you walked in, Sofia. I thought you were a random woman but you turn out to be special. I underestimated you. Now my heart is unstable because of you. I can only make you hate me so in turn I get to hate you the way I'm supposed to. Just hate me, Sofia. Fvcking hate me like the devil you believe me to be. I tried to stay awake and watch her but eventually dozed off to sleep because there was no movement from her.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

​He whispered, caressing the short strands of hair falling behind her ear, placing his other hand on her waist to draw her close with firm warmth: — "Even if you are uncertain of your feelings toward me in this moment... even if you are using my devotion to escape your pain... keep going, Eileen. Use my love more and more; use me as you wish. For I am yours, and your acceptance of me, in whatever way it comes, is all I have ever wanted."

I was exhausted as my heavy eyes looked at him. I gave up. I gave up everything I had in me. Drained, I didn’t have the energy to get up from that table. He just tongue fucked me, and I don’t have words to question anything. He snaked his arms under my feet and neck, pulling me close to his chest. “Why?” I whispered. “Because this is how the devil loves,”

The devil never cried unless he has truly felt something in all his life that deeply hurt him. And that only happens in one of every hundred devil kings. Liam couldn't understand. Was the devil in love with an Angel? He was always told that no evil could understand the true meaning of love but why did Elliot then cry? Could he... Liam walked to Lexa and held her hand. The first rule he ever learnt was that love was the most powerful element and should always be considered first but God had sent him an errand that he had to accomplish. Elliot was broken down, his tears burnt his skin like acid. Lot was tearing him up from inside because he couldn't tolerate the alien emotions. He also found i