Wicked Devil Novels & Stories

“You’re going to beg me to take your virginity. And when you do… I’m going to fuck you so deep and so thoroughly that you’ll never remember a time when this cunt didn’t belong to me.” I lay there trembling, pussy still pulsing, wedding gown ruined and bunched around my waist, the taste of my own arousal still on my tongue. The devil had only just begun to corrupt his angel. And I was already addicted. ---

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

“I’m going to bury myself inside of you until you collapse from exhaustion!” Inner Devil: ‘Ahhh! I want! I want!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘What? I guess it’s time to schedule my funeral. I’m dying a happy woman! Someone tell my parents, I lived a fruitful life!’

she picked up a photograph of the arms dealer, eyes glittering with contempt “—is already drowning in debt. His empire is a house of cards. All we have to do is pull away the foundation.” She stood, walking to the board, tapping her pen against the faces of their enemies one by one. “Darius. Marek. Serrano. They’ve built their thrones on alliances. We turn those alliances into nooses. We don’t hit them in chaos—we hit them in sequence, cutting off every lifeline until they choke.” Lucian’s lips curved, slow and dangerous. Approval burned in his dark gaze. “She’s right.” Marco gave a low whistle, shaking his head with something between awe and unease. “You’ve turned her into a devil too, boss

"I was sent by the Wendells. It was always the plan to get close to her. She was meant to be the weakness we could exploit." Lucian's jaw clenched. "And how far did you go?" Leon spat blood onto the floor. "Not as far as I planned. She played me, too. Fed me pills. Drugged me. Made it look like something happened between us. Nothing did. She wouldn’t even let me touch her." Lucian's breath caught. He didn’t realize how much relief he would feel at those words. But the feeling was fleeting. "So you were her pawn in the end," Lucian murmured.

“I'd have loved to use my sniper instead.” Yevgeny shrinked in fear behind him, and this made Her turn to him finally, a cold smile on her face. “Oh, you're the pest left. Those playing should be gone by now.” In a swift moment, Yevgeny was laying lifeless on the ground, not a single wound on his body, but he was dead. In the gambling room, the same had happened. The men she left behind slumped and gone. One thing anyone in the underworld would be foolish to do was get into Viviana's death book, which these fools found themselves in. But of course, only a few really know the real pain.

And it was coming fast to hunt us. I did tell you that the devil was everywhere, that he could be anyone at anytime. That night, the devil was the Lycan King and Luca, who was originally known as Lust. While Sin and I explored each other's bodies, these two men met up in the dark of the night to plot what could only be best described as the most wicked plan ever to be plotted.

No man or celestial could defeat the Chaotic Devil Body, as all he needed was a drop of blood to regenerate his life. As compared to The Book of True Void Enlightenment Severin had or the Grandiuno Treasured Notes, the Wicked Spell was much stronger. It did not even require any special requirements. Any man could easily learn the Wicked Spell. If he reached the expert level, he had the power as strong as any prodigy with a Divine Constitution.

Vito continued, “Stay the fuck away from everything I own. You look in their direction again, you breathe in their air, and the next time I walk into one of your places, I won’t be alone. And you won’t be breathing. Do you understand me?” Matteo’s jaw worked back and forth. He glanced at the laptop screen again, watching Vito’s men laugh and relax on camera, completely oblivious. “You fucked up first.” He muttered finally. “You played me.” Vito pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down like he had all the time in the world. “Are you sure about that?” “I don’t need a fucking angel to reveal that.” Vito laughed dryly. “Alright. What have you got to fight me with?”

EMILY'S POV A few weeks had passed since I began working for Dante. His sight disgusts me but I had to answer his calls, unless I wanted my head separated from my body. Dante made sure I was always with him, serving him or the sexy ladies who appeased him sexually. I would watch them rub his body with their breasts as he rested his back on the couch and sometimes he would go as far as pressing their boobs whilst staring at me. I tried as much as I could to avert my gaze from him, especially when I felt turned on by his sexual gestures. Dante would smirk and watch as I tried controlling myself. It was clear he knew what he was doing.