The Life And Loves Of A She Devil Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Zoravec leaned in to buckle up his pants while Devi looked at him with a smile. Initially she did not want to be a part of it but gradually she began to like the results. It was beyond her understanding that how could someone have so much energy. No wonder she was a demoness of lust and was supposed to feed on other's lustful and pervy thoughts. But Devi had never imagined finding someone who could feed her up to fuller.

On the day that ought to be the happiest of my life? Rolling my fingers into a fist, my knee dropped to the floor, my eyes unable to move from gluing at the door he just walked out through. I had to admit, my mom was right. Everyone was right. Sebastian Martinez wasn't human. He was only a devil in a man's body. It seemed like I just got married to a devil; the one I loved, but the one that could make the rest of my life bitter. *** (Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this book!

But before he laid her down, he looked straight into her eyes with deadly seriousness. “From now on, no more secrets and no more digging alone. If we’re doing this… we do it together. As one.” Victoria nodded, her heart racing. She had just made a deal with the devil. And the devil’s original queen was coming for both of them. As Sebastian pushed back inside her, slow and deep this time, Victoria looked at the ceiling and realized the terrible truth. She wasn’t just sleeping with the monster anymore. She was becoming one with him. __________________

Except it wasn't the announcer stepping into the spotlight. It was the hosts. My frantic gaze swept over the line of powerful men, skimming past faces I barely recognized, until it landed… on him. Six-foot-six. Broad shoulders draped in an impeccably tailored, midnight-blue tuxedo that fit him like armor. Sharp, ruthless jawline. Pristine hair and the unmistakably cold grey eyes The Devil himself. Dominic Moretti. The blood completely drained from my face. I went rigid, every nerve ending screaming in panic as horror flashed behind my eyes. My knees wobbled, and I staggered back a step.

Haden and I were alert, nevertheless, just in case some predator decided to wander over to us. “The deviless was beautiful, powerful, and revered, and so the warrior, who was a part of her personal guard, was interested in her as well. Not quite in love, but she caught his eye. And when she told him about her feelings, he explained to her what she was feeling was love. She'd fallen in love with him, and he ‘loved’ her back as well. But the devil was lying.”

Pure Devil! She was not going to let him win this time. He has snatched everything from her, Her Love. Her Rajeev. She feared from this night. His room, decorated for wedding night. The moment she entered inside the room it gave her dangerous chills through her spine that make her shiver for a moment. His Grandma and his sister was giggling looking all happy teasing her for the wedding night. However, they were unknown of what storm is going inside her. They are unknown of the Devil and his true colors Or how he has trap her in his own devil trap.

She stares at the man she's come to love with her everything, how can she not love him when the little things he does make her heart flutter? She thought they were in the throne room until she glanced around and was welcomed by the family's well-decorated rooms. At first, she thought everything about hell would be dark and ugly to look at but look at her bow, loving a devil from hell and willing to spend her lifetime in hell just for him.

Because it just dawned on me that this is not my innocent Catalina. Maybe at one point, she was the woman I'd imagined her to be but not anymore. For someone to be so at ease with a dead body beneath them means this isn't their first, second, or even third time to kill. She's done it before. A part of her even enjoys doing it. This is who she is. She's the she-devil.

“I love you.” For a moment, my heart stopped. This woman, this infuriating, dangerous, beautiful woman had gotten under my skin so deep I couldn’t imagine a life without her. She was supposed to be a pawn I destroyed, a lesson to others. Instead, she had become my equal and my match. We had always been written for each other two sides of the same fucked-up coin. I pulled her into me and kissed her hard, pouring every ounce of rage, relief, and devotion into it.

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.