Whispering Devil Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Take everything that I have as I will gladly give my soul to you. I’ll be your slave as I’ll do whatever you want, just save me from this hell and fulfill my wish.” Head her call as a smirk and a snap stops time and there appears before she is a gate with the intricate symbol that she does not understand, yet is delivering the dread that she cannot fathom. It slowly opens as a being, no an angel, certainly not and more, but a devil steps out with his black hooded jacket, cargo pants, and covered face and hands with the bandage, carrying an enormous golden scythe, who smiles at her and whispers. “I heard your call as I am here to grant your wish. Take the deal as I will fulfill what you dese

She whispered in between her moans. I laughed so hard that I almost came, "If you are interested, I don't mind." "Fu*k you." She rolled her eyes. "Sir?" The flight attendant asked once again. "You are already fu*king me, aren't you?" I whispered seductively and glanced at how her hips were moving in rhythm now. She blushed at the sight. The blush spread from her cheeks to her breasts. The devil inside me was satisfied from the reaction. "We are fine. Thank you." I answered the flight attendant and grunted at the end. An open and direct way to let her know that we don't want to be disturbed again.

His husky voice seemed like a promising warning to her and she fluttered her eyes open. His dark eyes and devilish side smirk didn't seem sincere to her at all. But from the close she dared to see his face clearly, that dark spot was actually a tattoo which was a black snake. Half of it was drawn on his temple area and the other half started from the under corner of his left eye, running across his left cheek, sinking to his ear. She could tell that under that tattoo was the deep scar which was perfectly hidden by the art. He looked scary with that thing, like a demon. Cruel Damon.

You can’t even take a single hit. “Now, now, Derrick. Don’t leave me so quickly. The fun has just started and you don’t want me to get bored now, do you?” I whistled and my eyes glowed red under the darkness. Derrick trembled as he witnessed that, “Who–who are you?” My grin widened, “I am the She devil. Nice to meet you.” *************************************

My hand barely touched the bedroom door before his fingers locked around my waist. “Get back here, baby,” he growled, voice dark and dripping sex. “I’m not done fucking you.” I groaned, half-laughing, half-melting. “I swear, you’re possessed.” He yanked me back, mouth on my neck, cock already hard against my ass. “You’re the only one who can handle this Devil.” And maybe he’s right. Because I am the nurse who patches him up when he breaks, and he’s the devil who makes my blood boil and my heart race.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

Just to please this woman I was in love with. “Welcome.” A handsome devil with midnight black eyes and long-dark hair grinned at me. There was something eerily beautiful about him that called to me. I walked over with a smile of my own. “Hi. I'm here to get a tattoo. Something simple.” “Oh, great. Have a seat, then.” He gestured me to the sofa and poured me a glass from the bottle of strange liquid that sat on the table. As I picked up the glass and drained it, he flashed a devilish grin. “Now, what kind of tattoo would you want?”

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

She didn't hesitate to swipe right and walked toward the exit. I watched the dancers and gently placed the cup on the table. One woman caught my attention, she wore a colourful mask, she danced near the DJ, her hands brushing his shoulders as she twerked on stage. “Wow, that's impressive.” My hands slightly covered my mouth. The bartender handed me another drink. “That's Lily,” he said. “You know her?” He nodded. “She is a popular dancer, she never shows her face.” I turned to watch her move. She turned back to the crowd. I saw a tattoo on her waist. It was a specific design.

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