White She Devil Novels & Stories

she saved him. She... a girl purer than the angels. Her light impressed even divinity. She is a heart surgeon. She has a record of no one dying on her table. But now she made fate angry by saving the Devil. and Devil is madly searching for the girl who got a scar by saving him. He wants her as his queen and he can do anything for it... Even if it means hurting her... Ruining her! But She has to be his... A fallen Angel is now the Devil. Even heaven is scared of him but can he fall for her light? Can she survive with her light in this darkness?...

Stripping herself naked in front of the mirror she saw her hideous reflection looking at back at her sadly. A mocking laugh left her pale lips as she couldn't help but to pity her own pathetic looking body which was totally drowned in blood and scars. A long scar was imprinted on the edge of her left eye and which reached till her cheek bone. She is disgusted by her own self she doesn't want anyone to look at her like this, being weak and pathetic. She knew that she couldn't bath by herself but still she refused the old lady just because of that sole reason. Disgusting! Vulnerable! Weak! Pathetic and Hideous! She got disgusted by her own form. She's more disgusted by knowing the fact that sh

Her countenance, typically an array of animated expressions, had transformed into a tranquil tableau of serenity. A soft, barely discernible smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her. Even the devil himself, in all his cunning and might, would find himself disarmed before such a woman. She bore no regal lineage, possessed no grand narrative of her life. Her beauty was not the kind to inspire poets or artists, and her dubious occupation had seemingly secured her a spot in the inferno. Yet, there was an aura about Reina, a quality that was singular and extraordinary. She held the uncanny ability to perceive devils—two of them, to be exact. To the untrained eye, they were indis

"As a hunter of shadow creatures, for the sin of murder you committed, I will exterminate you!" To my surprise, the female devil, who was still under threat from my rifle muzzle, actually smiled with a pair of resigned eyes instead of rebelling. "It's over, huh? I never wanted to be the disgusting devil I am today. I was tired because I had to keep hunting and devouring other creatures to survive in my demon body. I don't want to do it." The she-devil started crying. Now, her soul as a human that was still left behind returns to dominate.

His eyes turned dark with a deadly emotion, his face lost the softness it was holding a few seconds ago and his lips curled into a wicked smirk as a psychotic glint flashed in his dark eyes. His harsh breath slapping her face as he dangerously leaned on her while his fingers making circles on her cheek steadily "I am not a generous man, you will want to go and I will let you go, in fact I am not a good man at all, I am Satan who can give you anything at a single flicker of your eyes but if you try to run away from me, I will not hesitate to tie you to my bed in my room for the rest of your life. Just enjoy the privilege that I am giving you, do not provoke the devil that I have chained deep

“Probably, but I do not think this element has the capacity to possess human, I think it came from something, an earthy scum, risen and brought to life, in the form of a woman,” “It’s a she?” he was amazed. “Aye, I could smell it from here, it’s a she-devil,” the vixen concluded. He believed her, she was the longest tenant of the forest, and she knew wide enough, compared to his decade and eight years existing. She is white as snow, and wise as fox. “Brace yourself, Wolfram, I think she is vying for man’s love, be careful not to be deceived by her looks,”

She is afraid she will hurt the ones she loves—the family and her pack. The phone buzzed, and I reached for it. What? I said, thinking, " Is the lead warrior. Cadmus, Slava’s voice came through, and a chill ran through me. This woman is the devil incarnate. What is she up to now? "Slava, what is the problem?" I asked into the phone.

"But I realized that I will never be as perfect as you told me to be. I tried, but it failed, tried so hard to impress you but it made me bleed, tried so hard so hard and I almost died." "You." I asserted, pressing the sharp ends of the knife deeper into his flesh. "You proved to the world that you are the devil. Simeon Lebedev inferred to be the most brutal, cold-blooded, abhorred, selfless man in the mafia world. Congratufuckinglations." I snarled "You've earned the tittle but at what cost. Nothing since you have no fucking heart." I step back and toss the knife across the room. Simeon's chest heaves up and down before he searched my eyes.

When I saw her, her back leaned against the wall, her awfully pale skin, bruised lips, black veins crawling over her forearms, face, all over, I couldn't help but pity her. But she did this to herself the day she attempted to harm my brother, that was unacceptable, even for her. I turned to walk away when she called out to me. " Caspian!" It was a low whisper. I halted, my fingers digging into my palm. After what she did, she had the right to sound so pitiful.

They asked in unison, both confused. " That's my name," she informs, " a white witch from the northern coven" she adds. " Wait! " Wendigo said, still trying to process what she just put out, " did you say you are a witch? " He asked again. She nods, " yes, why? " She stares at him with an almost smiley face. "Nothing just doesn't sound real" he voices out his doubt. Aurelia chuckles, " you believe devils are real yet, you doubt the existence of witches? Silly" she couldn't help but laugh.