Angel Devil X Aki 소설 & 이야기

You are a devil" Amelia said angrily Xavier smiled and said, "Baby girl you will never find another person like me. And I never said for a moment that I am an angel. Yes, I am a devil but your devil. Get ready to be with the devil. Now smile nicely and go in front of your Father and agree to be my secretary. If you try to do anything wrong by entering the room, then keep in mind that tonight we will be engaged and I will take you with me to my apartment as your fiancé," Xavier said and took Amelia's hand and led her into the room.

and with that it was like cold water was poured on me D-Dead? It's impossible! I had him protected so what the hell just happened? "Text me the location. I’ll go" - I coldly said and I turned off the call. I am not Angel nor saint, I have always been the devil. I am ruthless because I am the monarch. I have many names but X is the most popular one and right now. I am not going to let what happened to Sebastian’s father go unsolved. *

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.

Miya said genuinely. "Savior!" Chris chuckled again. "Don't think too highly of me. I'd prefer to be a devil." Miya then saw the coldness in his eyes despite his gentle and charming look. He's even better looking than Xenon. Miya thought. He speaks gently, and his smile, sweet, yet his eyes speak coldly. Miya hesitated for a while before she asked, "Could you please tell me how my friend Angela knows? She was terribly hurt. I remember last seeing her lying on the floor by the lift."

He came like a storm and shook her spirt to its core. Victor Amuso, a man with a heart of rock, a living devil with a face of angel, he is an evil in the clothes of God. He has no morals and the only thing that matters for him is success and vengeance. She knows dealing with him can be signing off herself to her death but she was ready to put everything on stake.

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.

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

I quickly looked down and shut my eyes in fear. All of a sudden, I felt a soft grip on my chin. Zachary slowly lifted my chin with his index finger. I looked at him in fear and nervousness but he smiled and stared at me softly. “You think I am a beast, don’t you? You have been told that we Devils are vicious scourges with no heart. We love to kill and find immense pleasure in others’ pain. We love to torture poor and innocent people. You’ll find it funny and hard to believe how can such barbarous demons fell in love with Angels against whom we only have a feeling of rancor. Isn’t it Moon Princess?“, he said, his voice was deep.

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

His eyes suddenly opened to the now dark ceiling above them. Mouth gasped for oxygen. His brain fired a flare. Sanity coming back. “Stop.” And to his shock—the bastard did. The air stilled. Heavy. Wet. Flammable. Then— “J-just… don't leave any marks on my neck please,” Angel begged, voice was hoarse. ‘Nope. Sanity has not returned yet, you idiot,’ he scolded himself. Another beat passed. “Really?” the devil-like bastard asked with a sigh of relief.