Novel & Cerita Angel With Devil Eyes

ANGELA’S POV My eyes flew open and I couldn’t breathe right. Those eyes… fuck, they were pure molten gold, feral, locked on me like I was the only thing in the world. His wolf was right there, barely leashed. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt it in my throat.

Too bad though, she would have to disturb him since simply here problems couldn't wait " Sam" The boys opened his eyes to stare directly at her, a cheerful smile from its way across his lips " hey Angy, how is your morning " " Fine, but there's something I need to talk to you about " " is it serious? " " very" She took the seat beside him. Sam stared at her expectantly. Angy took in a deep breath before muttering " I saw a devil " " A what?" Sam frowned "A devil. As in a boy with red eyes and hair, a very good-looking one at that but you know the scariest thing? he has horns"

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.

The bright fairy lights glowed, as if they were also praising them, shining on them to make their nights brighten, smiling with them. For a while, they walked quietly, content with the peaceful silence that surrounded them. Both of them couldn't help but be thankful for each other's company. Angela's eyes kept deviating towards his handsome face, appreciating his manly features. His eyes were his most striking feature to her; his glassy grey eyes that could hold a thousand secrets, they could be hard but they were always soft and calm whenever she was around him. His eyes could give away his emotions but only when he wanted to. Just like then, when all Angela could see was love and care for

He chuckles grimly, his lips stretching diabolically to release a dark grin as he leers in, “You? Do you dare dream of getting rid of me after the vow that binds us? I flush with embarrassment and he rescinds to relish in my pensive state. Shoving his elbow into the top of Mortiz’s seat and fisting his hand against his jaw, he assumes a tilt of his head and cunningly smiles at me. It’s not particularly a beautiful expression a Vampire should make. But…I gulp with turmoil. It’s a whole world different when it’s an undisputed beauty like this doing the staring. It should make anyone wring with dread as those fiery eyes are predatory and nightmarish. Devon’s eyes are very beautifully brimmed wi

I saw Kenneth’s wings flair and spread wide, the purple becoming absorbed by the inky night. A beam of light shot from the nest, straight up into the night. We watched, awestruck, as the angel unfurled his pure white wings. They shot from his body in a motion so fast I almost didn’t see it, snapping open as his bright blue eyes scanned the ground. His eyes practically glowed, a bright sapphire set in his angular face. His features smooth as porcelain, long black hair dancing in the wind behind him, with a silver streak right toward the front. He was beautiful, truly beautiful, and I knew exactly who he was. Only one angel had eyes like that, Shamshiel. A shiver went through me as I recalled

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."

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.

she said and cursed herself that she was blushing yet again. “What things have you read, angel?” he asked, looking very amused. “I know there are people that enjoy treating their sexual partner like a pet. Leaches, cages, pet bowls,” she told him, trying to be brave enough to meet his eyes, but failing and instead looking down. “I’m not interested in you being my literal pet, angel. I just want you at my beck and call. I want you to respect me, my word is the law. Surrender your body to me and give up all other things in your life for three years. You will be by my side when I need you, you will be in meetings if I wish so, you will see some shit and I expect you not to go crazy or freak the

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."