Wicked Devil Novels & Stories

Hakkon and Aslaugh Apollo’s Wolves - Murder, cold, written like fingernails that splintered off under weirwood, through fairy stones, see witch's mark. Only a deal with the Devil speaks truth. Death's gall she wrote, death's sword she spoke. And the haints were close, and the bells closed in, and that wicked pianoman with his smuggler's fingers plinked out a melody like a shatterglass rain of pain. Wicked is she who writes, wicked is she who speaks. He would have her tongue cut out and mouth sewn with filth.

“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.

I reached the top floor. I opened the door and came face to face with the devil himself as it is his office. He smirked seeing me. He is so matured by now. Last time I saw him was at his graduation ceremony. It has been 4 years already. He is more handsome by now. "Hello! Ms.Vixen!, I heard people calling you that!!!", That dumb always getting on my nerves. Ignoring his smirk "Yeah! Mr.Devil! No!!! Mr.Manwhore!!, Heard from that same people ", I smirked.

Devil magic, pure evil eroticism. From behind, his invisible extension ate my ass deeper, tongue splitting into three—impossible, wicked—rimming, fucking, vibrating all at once. I screamed his name—still didn’t know it, just “Devil”—as orgasm three crashed, body seizing, squirting in arcs that he lapped up mid-air with another phantom tongue.

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

He was the devil, reincarnation of all evil, an arrogant bastard and a sick jerk. My gaze finally strayed to the devil himself. It looked like he was already here. Before, my aunt left and I had to look for a cheaper room all around town. I managed to find one at the end of the day. Luckily, it was a small town. There was a sitting place around a warm hearth. Frederick Jenkins, the devil. Luke Carter, another devil. Easton Hudson, the third devil and the last, maybe he was their minion. They were the big three. They stuck together like glue and their associative packs were also powerful in the council. About Adolphus… I wondered about him. He didn’t stick out much and the Bloodmoon pack was

Angelina had never seen anything that scary in her life. "I had previously thought that you were the devil's incarnate. Turns out I was wrong. Dead wrong. You're worse than the devil himself, Devilina. Because you're a bitch. A filthy, disgusting, cheap bitch. A bitch eager to sink her clawing fangs into any willing magnate. A bitch who's constantly in heat twenty four hours a day for seven days, as long as there are dicks with deep, loaded pockets around."

BRAK BRUK Alaric kicked the servant's body so hard that he winced in pain, Alaric immediately left Liona's residence. Such was Alaric's nature, he was a demon in human form. Rude and unhuman-like, for more than a year Emerald had only witnessed the man's madness in torturing several servants who he thought were incompetent in his eyes. Liona could see Emerald's face. "Are you surprised, that's Alaric's nature." Liona said. Emerald nodded. "Yes, I'm used to seeing his rude behavior." Emerald said. Emerald moved away from her sitting position, she bent down to help the maid who was down in pain.

I didn't like it. I didn't like the effect he had on me. He always won these little games. I wanted to win for once. I had learnt that he was in for murder as well He was apart of the Russian mafia and had been deemed crazy due to the nature of his crime. Whether any of it was true or he was a psychotic liar, I wasn't sure But for the most part I enjoyed talking to him. He was rough. Damaged. Like me. Fuck it. "Vivienne" I mumbled

The Bastard Devil was on the brink of transformation. It once been a Bloody Eye, that at the time passed, becoming a young man who looks like a snow in white. He was also cold, vicius-looking, yet every woman who lead their eyes at him would fall for sure. His good looks seemed his threatening aura to be his charm, every woman who admire good-looking young man sure to never resist the temptation. And that's would be their bloody end. This young man that was a Devil never love, he has a deep hatred to living people of this world. So how could he love someone raised in this place? He wouldn't do such a thing so he only killed his way to his revenge.