Angel Kissing Devil Novels & Stories

She's an angel. I'm the Devil.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

There was nothing soft in his eyes; there was only hunger as he bent down and kissed me. This was no sweet kiss. This was a claiming; a claiming of me that had teeth and a brand that burned me with the fire and rage that filled his eyes. It was like nothing else before, but something primal and electric burned through my veins and sent a wave of heat shooting into my core. He backed away, breathing heavily as if the kiss left him just as drained as me. He looked furious as he addressed the crowd. “Let the feast begin.” He walked ahead and I followed after him down the aisle when a familiar sight made me pause. Selene Blackwood. Tall, dark, beautiful and glaring at me from the front row as if

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

I said placing a kiss on her lips and getting in one last suck on her nipple before she fell asleep. While I was happy that “S” had given me just what I wanted, a night with Synestra in my bed, I knew this wouldn't be the last we heard of them. I had to find them and make them pay. I was going to have to bring out the side of me that I wasn't quite ready for her to see. The demon had to come out and it wasn't going to be pretty. I would track down “S” and tear them limb from limb, and I was pretty sure I knew where to start.

The darkness within him resurfaced, the devil taking control once more. "Is that so, let me prove you wrong" that devilish smirk never left his face and before she could grasp his words he smashed his lips on hers harshly. The intensity of his kiss left her momentarily stunned, but as she snapped out of her trance, she realized his true intentions. His lips moved upon hers with a ravenous hunger, and in that moment, she understood the depths of his desire.

Angel grinned. They'd barely made it to Angel's car, and he was already kissing her neck. Every time they'd made out, things got heavier and heavier. The last time they made out, she'd let him under her bra. He made the most of it, leaving quite a few red spots all over her breasts, confident no one would see them and she wouldn't get in trouble. He was dying to know how far she'd let him go tonight. He could hardly contain himself running his hands up and down her back.

He hissed, but didn’t chase me away. “You are so handsome,” I whispered, kissing his neck while unconsciously moving my hips. He held my waist, pulling me back. “What are you doing?” he growled, but I smirked at him, kissing him. What I didn’t know was how things were going to change with just a kiss. A fun night was about to turn into a nightmare, a nightmare that was going to last and stay in my heart forever because, unknowingly, I just signed a deal with a cursed devil.

while looking into her eyes. Inez regarded her emotionlessly, unable to understand Ana's claim that it was impossible to evade the Devil himself. How will she help her? Meanwhile,Damien was lost in her thoughts while he was in the meeting room attending to everyone discussing the new agreement, profits, and new plan. Her pink, soft lips were working their spell on him last night as she sat on his lap and looked at him with her doe eyes. When he was inside of her, the moonlight fell on them, highlighting her timeless beauty and showing her like the angel with whom he desired to commit all manner of sins.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.