His Little Devil Is Back Novels & Stories

Allison Hale has always hated vampires. After all, they've never given her a reason not too, not when they brutally murdered her family and definitely not when she was forcefully turned into a blood slave for one of their kind. No, Allison did not like vampires. She has never failed to kill anyone that crossed her way, including the man who wrecked her life all those years ago. But when she finds herself transitioning into the very thing she despises, her life is thrown in chaos. Desperate to find a way to reverse the change, Allison ends up attracting the attention of the one Vampire who wants her dead the most. Only one person mattered to Elias Morley, his only surviving family after the war for the throne. So when news of his brother’s death reaches his ears, he’s understandably enraged and swears to hunt down the female hunter responsible for it. That was the plan until he finally met her. The person he loathed the most, the woman who took his brother from him turned out to be his fated bride. One woman ended up being the person he searched for the most but in two different ways. Torn between his primal instincts and his thirst for revenge, what will Elias do now that he finally has her in his clutches? Will their scorching attraction push them towards a path of romance? Or will Elias choose to avenge his brother’s death? What happens when it comes to light that Allison is more than just an orphaned hunter?

There were many things forbidden for eighteen-year-old Diya, all because of two reasons. First, she belonged to a poor family—poor enough to struggle for a morsel of food. Secondly, she was on the chubbier side, which made her a target of bullying by her friends and classmates. However, there is a saying that claims forbidden things attract us the most. And so, she committed the most forbidden sin of her life—falling in love with a man who was twenty-two years older than her, a man who had just lost his wife. A love as forbidden as theirs gave rise to an undeniable passion. But was that passion enough for Diya to fight against all the odds in the world just to indulge in the forbidden sin?

"Didn't you ask me to marry you? I permit you to wed me," said the raven-haired woman with a straight, blank face. "...Pardon?" "Let's get married." "...Weren't you the one who repeatedly rejected my proposal last night?" "Can't a woman play hard to get?" The man's face twitched. He could barely keep up with her, "Look, once you—" "So, you won't marry me?" A strange glint passed through the man's amber orbs which disappeared quickly just as it came by. "Who's to say I won't?" — In which a commander of a special unit under the PSIA found himself in a contractual marriage with his strange and mysterious neighbor. Little did he know that she's one heck of a little assassin.

While I was on vacation with my parents, we stood on the deck overlooking the sea when my father suddenly asked, "Mother duck says quack, quack, quack, quack. But?" I was about to reply, "Only four little ducks came back," when he kicked me into the water. "What's taking you so long to finish a song? Are you cognitively arrested or what?" he barked. Cold water filled my lungs like lead as I bobbed in the waves. "Help me, Dad! I can't swim!" My mother told the captain to steer the superyacht away instead. "Then stay in the water a little longer. Self-preservation may finally make you learn to swim. That's what you need. Real grit and adversity to unlock your potential." I flailed my arms and fought to stay afloat, but panic took over. My right leg cramped and refused to move. I could only watch the superyacht fade into the horizon. I drifted for a while before I could catch up with my parents' superyacht. I wished I could tell them how many ducks came back, but they would never hear my voice again.

“You’re pretty, but I don’t like ungrateful little boys, bébé.” He informed, clicking his tongue, and pinching my nipple. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. What is wrong with me? “So you do love my touch, Ivan.” He teased in satisfaction, his eye’s darkened in lust. My body trembled from his intense stare on my body. Pretty, Bébé, and the stares. He wasn’t straight. “You’re…into men.” I stuttered in realization. He shook his head in response, spinning me around. “No, Ivan. I like naive little boys like you.” He admitted, his eyes lowering to my groin. “How about you?” His eyes were fixed on my groin, “You don’t look that straight to me.” Cristiano Vito is known for his ruthlessness in the underworld, but there was one secret they didn’t know—He’s not straight. What happens when he is being forced to marry a woman against his wish? He detests the idea, and fights against it, but Ivan Hernandez—his fiancée brother changes his mind. Cristiano is determined to have him as his new toy, and agrees to marrying Mia to get closer to Ivan. But the problem? Ivan wasn’t into men or was he?

Dark Mafia Scene “Who laid a hand on you? Dallion's voice was low, cold, and dangerous. His dark gaze bore into her, daring her to stay silent. When she didn’t respond, the tension snapped like a whip, his voice booming through the room, “Who?” The butler, standing rigid against the wall, swallowed hard before stammering out the words, “It... it was Mr. Rivers, sir.” The atmosphere turned deadly as Dallion's jaw clenched, fury igniting in his eyes. “Bring him to me.” The butler’s eyes widened in fear. “N-now, sir? It’s... it’s late.” Dallion's hand, once braced against the wall near her head, slowly curled into a fist. His eyes never left her face, his possessiveness was palpable. Without looking at the butler, his voice dropped to a lethal calm, “Do you need a better time? Or shall I break your legs to teach you urgency?” The butler didn’t need any more encouragement. He fled the room, returning twenty minutes later with a trembling Mr. Rivers. “Dallion, my friend, what’s all this about?” Rivers began, his voice casual as if nothing was amiss. But Dallion wasn't’t here for pleasantries. His eyes slid to the knife stabbed into the apple on the table, and in one fluid motion, he yanked it free, the blade glinting in the dim light. Without a word, Dallion grabbed Rivers outstretched hand, slamming it onto the table. The sharp scream that followed echoed in the room as Dallion, with one swift movement, sliced through the man’s fingers. Blood splattered across the polished wood as Rivers screamed in agony, clutching his mutilated hand. “No one touches what belongs to me,” Dallion's voice was eerily calm, his expression devoid of any sympathy.

Three years of marriage, and it all ends with two words. Sign it. He didn’t even look up when he said it. Just slid the papers across the table like I was another business deal to close. We weren’t supposed to fall in love it started as a contract, something practical, something safe. But feelings have a way of growing where they shouldn’t. For a while, I thought he cared. The quiet moments, the small things he remembered my favorite song, how I take my tea, the way I hate the rain. I thought they meant something. Turns out, they did. Just not for me. Every gesture, every soft word, was borrowed from a memory. From her. The woman who had him first. The one who left. The one who’s now back. So I signed. I smiled. I walked away. Not because I wanted to but because I had to. He doesn’t chase me. Not yet. But I can feel it the weight of everything unsaid still hanging in the air between us. Maybe he’ll realize what he’s lost. Maybe he won’t. Either way, this time, I’m not waiting around to find out.

For three years, Evelyn lived a lie wrapped in luxury. Her marriage to the cold and powerful Lucian Blackwood was supposed to be a mere business arrangement—a thirty-six-month contract to save her family from ruin. But as the days turned into years, the lines between duty and desire blurred. Evelyn fell for the man who remembered her favorite meals, protected her from the cold, and ensured her medicine was always at hand. She believed that beneath his obsidian gaze, a real heart had begun to beat for her. The illusion shatters on the night of their third anniversary at the Blackwood Estate. With the stroke of midnight and the smell of acrid smoke, Lucian presents her with the Decree of Divorce. The crushing truth is revealed: every gesture of affection, every moment of "domestic bliss," was never about Evelyn. It was a lingering habit from his past with Sarah, his first love who has finally returned to the city. Evelyn wasn't a wife; she was a rehearsal.

“Mom!how dare you?..” he said to his mother. Maria was shocked… Damien has always give her optimum respect. “Son!are you OK?” Maria ask trying to know if its really her Demmy.. “Maya take her to my room..” Damien said glaring at his mother. James who was done bring the lockage downstairs stop on his track and saw his boss. he didnt know if he should run or hide. “Ma…..madam I'm done” Immediately Damien turned to him. “Doing what?” he asked as he didn't want to release his anger on his mom.…. “Madam asked me to..p.pack the y... young madam lockage... “How dare you go inside my room and touch my wife lockage without my permission James..how dare you?...go put it back and submit you resignation letter in my study.” He angrily said for James to kneel down. “Sir….” James immediately knelt down. “S.sir I'm sorry sir.I didnt want to disrespect the madam… “You work for me James not my mom.” He said and turned to his mom.. “Leave!” he said to her. Maria havé not been able to understand what he meant.. “I said leave my house mother now before I do something we both regret..” he said looking at his mother.

His Pretty Little Pup He took her innocence. They stole her child. Now she’s back—to reclaim it all. At nineteen, Elara returns from the Academy—stronger, bolder, and still nursing a secret crush on the Alpha she was never meant to have. One stolen night with Alpha Caelan shatters everything. He calls it a mistake. She calls it betrayal. And when she finds herself pregnant, her family sends her away in disgrace. Told her baby didn’t survive, Elara disappears… until now. Five years later, she’s back—colder, sharper, and burning for answers. She’s no longer the Beta’s obedient daughter. She’s a storm cloaked in secrets—and she’s about to uncover the biggest one of all: her daughter is alive. But so is the bond between her and Caelan. Now the Alpha who once tossed her aside is locked in a political mating with the cold but powerful Luna Seraphina. Duty demands he stay loyal. But desire? Desire never died. Tangled in betrayal, secrets, and a passion neither can deny, Elara and Caelan must navigate a dangerous path—where love means risking it all, and the truth could bring an entire pack to its knees. She was once his pretty little pup. Now, she might be his ruin… or his redemption.