Wicked Devil Novels & Stories

’ Inner Devil 2: ‘He’s the fantasy starter pack: filthy mouth, perfect abs, loyal heart, and the kind of possessiveness that makes you feel safe and scandalous all at once. Inner Devil 1: ‘His mouth isn’t even that filthy. It’s… poetic.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Okay. Poetic filthy, then.’

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word,

I took a glimpse, looking back at him. His eyes were pooled with dark color. They were dilated which meant his wolf had resurfaced. “Look at you. N*ked and pleading, just as I’ve always imagined, loving every single moment of my c*ck in you. You have no idea what I want to do to you…” he trailed out at me. “I am the devil, princess. The devil your parent warned you to stay away from… I was made to taint every f*cking single pureness in you. So, are you ready?”

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.” *************************************

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**

I yelled, knocking my fists on the table. He started to chuckle. Did I give a joke? I don't remember giving a joke. He's really starting to piss me off. This sick, sadistic bastard was laughing at me. "I have a proposition for you Scarlett," my name rolling off his tongue sent shivers down my back. He got up from his seat and made his way around to where I was standing. "The only way I will free you is if you can fight my sister and win." I was now eye to eye with this handsome devil. My chest was heaving. I had this perplex look on my face. I just knew it, I could feel the creases in my forehead coming together to give off that confuse look.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

"She would make a very sexy She- Devil don't you think, varto? I can see her as The Mistress of Hell, lusty and irresistible, my liloco has such great potential, I just need to fuck it out of her." There we go! Ahh! It is always a pleasure to see Varto cringe like that. Of course, why would he want to know of the things I would do to his darling jellybean? But I would not be the Devil if I did not taunt him with my depravity. He is a Demon, he can stomach it without punching me in the face.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

“Because I decide when you get to fall apart… and today, you don’t.” She sank back against the seat, sulking in silence, the sharp ache between her thighs making her bite her lip. In that moment, the thought that had haunted her since meeting him: Is Lucian worse than the devil? vanished entirely. Because now she knew the truth. The devil might tempt. But Lucian Devlin denied. ---- Serena POV