White She Devil Novels & Stories

My insides twist on seeing more evidence of how wrong and mistaken I was. My father truly loved my mother and me. Both Leif and I were led down a misguided path of revenge on an innocent man. But Leif was still right to keep me a secret because this woman here is the real devil. "I always knew about the cheating." She regains her former strength. "That day I came to see you, I was only there to see what I was up against. When you took the fall for the meek little wife, obviously under Leif's instructions, I knew I had you right where I wanted you."

It truly had been. There was no random shootings and crazy ramblings She was everything. Whether she was pouting for ice cream or washing blood off her hands, she never ceased to amaze me in everything she did. "Boring?" She giggled, I nodded in agreement "Well then... let me entertain you fine sir" She said in a posh accent, standing from the bed in all her naked glory, her large creamy tits jutting out and her god defying ass jiggling as she walked. "And how do you plan to entertain me?" I asked from my seat on the bed, the covers lazily thrown over me as I watched her like she was my prey

HAUTEA'S POV She was twenty-six, maybe twenty-seven, with the specific look of someone who had dressed carefully to appear as though they hadn’t. She was standing at the building entrance at eight fifteen AM when I came back from my morning run, still warm and loose-limbed, earbuds dangling around my neck. A woman stepped forward. “Are you Hautea Sinclair?” “Sinclair-Javier,” I said, keeping my breathing even. “Yes.” “My name is Jess Calder.” She said it with the steadiness of someone who had practiced the words. “I need to talk to you about Drake.”

"The redacted name." Luca was silent for a long moment, his jaw working. When he finally spoke, his voice had lost its edge, replaced by something heavier. Tired. "Selene Blackwood." The name landed like a stone in my stomach. The woman from the wedding. Tall, beautiful, glaring at me from the front row like I'd stolen something that belonged to her. "The one Nico said was supposed to be your Luna," I said. "Yes." "Why would she steal from you? If she wanted to be your wife, wouldn't she want the pack, the company, everything intact?"

deveradev_: Okay, Thank you! I watched a movie on n*****x first because I have nothing else to do. At eight o'clock I took a bath because it took me a while to get ready. When I finished, I dried my hair first and then I changed my clothes. I don't know what kind of birthday it was so I'm just wearing white lace bra and brown pants and I paired it with black coat, I just put a minimal make up dbecause it will also peel off if I last longer at the party.

She turned her head to meet the Devil's icy, harsh gaze. Oh my God! After yet another fight, she began to choke on her vomit. She gritted her teeth and kept her mouth shut to avoid drawing attention. The Devil's attention quickly shifted from her to another target, and he pinned them with his angry look. Why is she so depressed? His singing voice was sophisticated and silky, and it was really lovely. Similar to the voice of the Devil. "She has a lot of internal wounds to deal with. Now, I think it's acting up.

“You devil!” Oh, just how much he wanted to skin them both alive with her knife. Enjoy their scream and bare it deeper into her subconsciousness as she wanted to make it her relaxing tone that will ease the pain and the dark life, they both gave her. For the uncle, she calls it worse than any devil that lives under the pit of hell, where her past and in the arms of him, she becomes a dirty one filled with the different men to whom she is sold. “Shh...” she whispers, slowly making her way to the almost lifeless body of the woman who once was the most beautiful maiden but now is an unrecognizable freak.

I tried to tell her but it was too late as the devil pulled her hair and said with gritted teeth, "Do you have any idea whose baby you had aborted huh?" The woman hissed in pain, she seemed confused and tried to talk with the devil and make him understand what she did was necessary to save me and the relation between him and me, she was trying to convince him because they both are in human form and she was treating them like humans but soon she will be going to see the real self of them. The devil laughed listening to her wise advice with a long explanation, he then looked at his friend, "Make her suffer." He said and then threw her at the foot of his friend.

"We're in The Devil's Lair. We've been brought as tributes. You can't make trouble or they might kill you before you even get a chance to see him." "The Devil?" I asked, stunned and suddenly terrified. Nodding again, the girl quickly whispered, "I'm Donna. My parents saved me to offer him. I hope he picks me! If I become his Luna, my parents will get to live in the Alpha House with me and my whole family will benefit. I'm the first Snow White our line has had in generations." A Snow White was a werewolf female with pure white fur: the strongest female, the Alpha female, the most desirable and beautiful mate for wolves to have.

I turned back to face her and gave a short, humorless chuckle. "You can call me the devil, if you want. I'm just as bad as they come." I paused, meeting her eyes. "Probably worse than Kendrick and Garry combined." I didn't miss the way she tensed at the names. She exhaled slowly and shook her head, half-smiling to herself. "You might be the devil after all." Then, her eyes softened. She reached for me, slowly pulling me back toward her by the front of my pants. "But I know there's good inside you, Damien Raphaël." She whispered, her eyes never leaving mine.