Romans & histoires You Me Devil Makes Three

My mind raced as I stared at the video. A part of me didn’t want to open it or know what is in there and there was another part screaming for me to take a peek. The other part won. I clicked on the video. There was Daniel with his cock sticking out of his zipper groaning loudly as a naked girl sucked his dick.

Did he just say they want to turn my best friend into one of their sluts? “Excuse me?” I ask, needing to make sure I heard him right before I lose my shit. “She either becomes an old lady or a Souleater,” Devil repeats, serious, like he didn’t just sign his own death warrant. I stand, pushing my chair back so hard it falls. My mind blanks. Tunnel vision kicks in. My breathing slows. The rage vanishes. I go cold. “You want to use my best friend for your little fuckfests?” My voice is calm. Detached. Ice-cold.

Amahle POV I stormed out of the church with overflowing tears bursting out of my eyes . Yes l have been offended a number of times but he hit the spot. Not only did he label me Delilah , he also called me a she devil . Honestly , I didn't even know that he was in the room and the last time I checked l did nothing wrong to him yet he had the audacity to say all that sh*t to me . Okay then , he thinks am a devil then it's high time I show him the devil in me nxaa ... Tag your friends and loved ones , share the group link for the prohibited love story is about to get interesting ....

MIA “I love this shirt!” I chirped happily as I walked out of the bathroom. But instead of finding the devil alone, just the same way I left him, I saw another man in the room. He turned, and behold, it was boss number two. His eyes widened slightly, he looked at the devil, and then looked back at me. “Good morning,” I said, through nervously clenched teeth. “You've got to be kidding me,” someone else said, and I looked to find a third man standing there.

We have unique abilities, we, the Three Devils. I'm a lie detector; I can tell whenever someone is lying. Quin is a past seer. He sees things that someone did in the past whenever he touches the person. Hunter is a pain absolver. He draws people's pain away from them into his body through intimacy and siphoning. That's what makes us known as the Three Devils. We possess unique abilities that no one else in the pack possesses. Others are just wolves, nothing special. I guess that's the same thing with Veil. She doesn't have any special ability.

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’m doing this because if I don’t, we both die. And trust me—my death would be the least of this world’s problems.” She stared at the throne. At the burning seal behind it. And her reflection in the polished floor—no longer fully human. Something inside her shifted again. A memory, maybe. Or a piece of her soul waking up after a long, long sleep. “You lied to me,” she said quietly. “But so did everyone else. So maybe... you’re just the first devil who had the guts to tell me the truth.” Dante smiled, not with victory, but with respect. “Good girl.”

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

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.