Angel With Devil Eyes Novels & Stories

There’s a demon hiding inside of him. “Are you alright?” Devon asked. I looked at him and didn’t answer “You looked at him too much… is something bothering you?” He asked me again. “No, I was just amazed at his face...look,” I said and tried to show them. “Looked at his angelic face and his eyes” And they both went closer to see more clearly. “Is there something you noticed?” I asked them “The eyes… are like a fire raging hiding behind an angelic face,” Luna answered. Brilliant. She got it right.

the device tried again. “Cristiano, that's the devil's alluring voice. Do not succumb to it again, my son. Be steadfast ”, Azrael whispered to his human and crushed the filigree thing in his fist. Safe was safe. “Yes Lord, I'll do anything, Lord. I will be steadfast, I will not disappoint you, sir ”, Cristiano replied quickly, with a fanatical twinkle in his eyes looking up at the supposed angel. Azrael's mind again encompassed that of the man, and he continued to quote:

She was shit scared for her fate now. “Perfect!” June nodded at the guard who smirked. Isabel whimpered in terror. And out of nowhere, the words Viso D'Angelo spoke last night replayed her mind. ‘That you caught the eyes of a devil. Evil eye, do you believe in it?’ At this moment, Isabel truly believed that she had caught the evil eyes because her life turned upside down in just one night. . .

Mr Carter writes; My dearest love, You gave me the greatest joy when you agreed to be a part of my life and for that reason, I promised to love you no matter what. We happily got married and I gave you the kind of wedding you wanted. I gave you everything you wanted. I realized as days went by that I had only made you a prisoner. I felt sad as I watched you turn into something I didn't recognise. I gave you all you wanted and asked and the only thing I asked of you was to let me honour the woman who made me who I am and that one request you could not grant. Because of that one request, I made, you became a devil. You were a special soul, humble, and beautiful until the day I decided to take

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.

And worse, she was the bride of Matteo Orsini, the other name I hate as much as Vitale. I saw her walk into my bar in the early hours of this morning, looking every bit of the angel she is. Pale skin, silky mahogany hair that cascaded over her shoulders and stunning blue gray eyes that gleamed of innocence. The kind I was supposed to keep my tainted hands from.

Angel's eyes widened when the car's glass rolled up, and she saw the person sitting in it. She held the bag tightly as she gazed at her mother's face. Stella's expression was stern and as icy cold, and her eyes were colorless as the devil's glare. "Are you waiting for an invitation?" Stella's cold and menacing voice made the inner being of Angel roll with fear. "Alright then, please enter, Your Highness?" She motioned with her hand beside her with a devilish grin.

“That’s my woman. You are nothing compared to her.” Vincenzo stared at me for a full thirty seconds. Then suddenly, he burst into laughter, bending forward as he laughed uncontrollably. “This is too good.” He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. “But you’re wrong. She’s not your woman.” He took a pause before spelling it out, “She’s your enemy.” My breathing hitched. Pain shot through the severed fingers on my left hand, spreading through my entire body. My voice came out hoarse. “Enough. Tell me, how do I make Rachel come back to me?”

The people around me gasped at her presence. “It’s happening,” I told her. She frowned. “What happened to you?” “She came back and we fought again. She flung me into the wall and we all just witnessed her whole face change,” I told her. “Was it?” she asked incompletely. I knew she wanted to know if Angelina’s face changed to that of a demon. Their faces become a lot darker and their eyes become completely red, glowing with no pupil. “Yes,” I said. “Where is she now? I can’t reach her,” she asked in fear.

Nyx fainted, falling onto Elly. "Well, that happened." Len was growing more irritated with this by the minute. "Ostende te, tu ignavus!" He turned to Delirus and Erys. "Guard the Goddess!" They stood by her, ready to attack. The angel laughed and blew his whistle again. This time Delirus doubled over. "Looks like there's another dog here. Foeda daemon purgamentum!" Erys turned to Len. "Can I attack yet?" "Not yet," Len was watching the angel fly around, getting his description. "Orange wings, dark hair, gray mask and a rat tail." He swore under his breath as the angel flew too fast and disappeared.