Todos os capítulos de The Devil's Forbidden Angel: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The skies are dead dark as the thick clouds cover the sparkling stars that normally light up all the deserted alleyways. The somber mood and drizzle of rain make these eerie streets all the better to prowl tonight. But prowl is not the word that shall describe what I shall do.Father has just called for me. Yet, I know that in my current rage of anger, he would have far more questions that I would like to have answered. So I only but ignore his call and continue to stand of the very door that I have the full intention of knocking.But then the reality sets in, do I truly wish to hurt Mirabelle in such a way for chasing the monster that I am from her presence. I do wish to believe that it was only the fear of not knowing that made her react in such a way.Yet, I cannot understand why she would take the very man that called her a whore back. Just the thought of this sets my body raging all over again. I need to get away from here before I burst through this door a

I have a hesitation inside of me to tell Mirabelle my true nature. It scares me beyond what I would ever feel that she shall reject me again. But I need to remind myself that she has not yet pushed herself away from me, which in itself is rather strange. Should I feel comforted?The truth is that once I do reveal my true nature, she might not be sitting here with me on the edge of this bed feeling somewhat safe. She does have no idea how vulnerable and scared she should be, in fact. So in saying this, if only but ignore her question for the present moment.“Ssshhh, my love. Just give me one more minute.”The thought of losing her again feels like a hot knife piercing my skin and stealing my breath away.  So I move but only an inch closer. I watch as she wants to move away, but yet she stays. Maybe this is the sign that I am waiting for.I curl my hand around her neck and tangle the other in her long wavy hair. Our lips brush softl

…Mirabelle POV…I have never experienced excitement yet being so scared in my life before. Here I have the Devil standing rather concerned over my slightly trembling body. I think perhaps I have not heard what he said; I must have confused his words with something else. So this has become rather nerve-racking for me.And as my eyes slowly flutter open one by one, all I can see is an ordinary man. I am sure now that I have heard him wrong. Yet, he has this hold on me; he keeps drawing me in when I know that I should not.So with only but a smile, I pull him closer to me and lay lips softly against his. He only looks at me rather confused, “You do not wish for an explanation?”That, there, tells me that I have, in fact, heard him, so with those trembling hands, I only but whisper to him, “Are you really the Devil?”He softly chuckles at me, “The Devil’s son.”“But that still makes y

…Mirabelle POV…Damien left in a hurry.We were locked in a warm embrace; then, next, he was gone without any word or explanation. I fear I have done him wrong and that he now will not return.There was, beyond those red eyes, there seemed to have been something I suppose the Devil should not feel. This is still hard for me to grasp; I have woken up in a world of make-belief, where reality has warped into something strange.I have always thought that the possibility of a true Hell and even a Heaven does merely not exist. Yet, I have when I found myself thinking of these things, for the Devil to be some grotesque creature that is deformed with horns and burning skin.So for me to look at the perfectly sculpted, elegant man that Damien is, I find it hard to believe that the man is the walking version of things that we have been taught to fear.Do I fear Damien?No.It is strange that I am not frightened; yes, I feel

For what feels like endless hours, I have been sitting here trying to remain unnoticed as my mother has her fun. With only but a hundred thoughts racing through my mind, the fear for Mirabelle has grown tenfold. By now, her heart must be worried for me being gone for such a length of time. The only hope I have is that she has not returned home, for I wish to see her the moment that I leave to return. I am sure she has just as many questions as I have for her.But yes, my dear mother is stalling those answers.So much to her annoyance, I burst through her door unannounced, and do I wish that I never did, for I shall be scarred for life. Yet, I storm my way through and grab a hold of the little creature that she has been playing with for some time. The poor young man near dies on the spot as he says a rather intimidating man, with glowing eyes descend on him. With all my intimidating glory, I tower him, and from deep inside, there is only a growl that comes through.