Angel With Devil Eyes Novels & Stories

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

Gorgeous even. It was a pity that I couldn't see his eyes in person but I saw the photographs online which are also not many. He has beautiful hazel eyes. I have never seen that shade of eyes. The face of an angel but he is the devil. That message was the proof. I got rid of the phone as well.

If I knew that he's going be the demon that pries on my soul, I wouldn't have met him. His eyes, his dark brown doe eyes which used to depict pure warmth and affection, were now dripping of dominance and cruelty. His doe eyes were no longer innocent, but they're flaring with rage. Against me! He looked like he wanted to see me suffering, the corner of his lips were tugged up forming a satisfying smirk. The man whom I used to adore transformed into a man whom I would like to erase from my life. Seeing him smiling, hearing his voice, sensing his presence gives me shivers.

Thankfully, she was rather displeased after her video went viral. Hence, I first made an excuse to visit her to grant myself an opportunity to seek the truth from her. Only when Yvette was drunk would she spill the beans. She clearly had feelings for me. Yet, she couldn't agree to date me because she was worried about many things. Thankfully, I was able to offer her the security she needed, and I always hoped to make her feel safe. Eventually, I married my angel. Despite our age difference—she was 30 and I was 22 when we got married—she was the one who seemed younger at heart in our relationship.

It is the word that keeps it going. It is sure it had seen someone for a few seconds. A boy perhaps. It keeps its eyes on the window but no one comes to sight anymore. It walks past a house with its light slightly contributing to that of the moon, a brighter image of the figure is visible. It is human. A girl. Definitely in her late teens. Her eyes are red as flames. Amber. Her gaze is faint and fuzzy like she can only see what is exactly in front of her. Her dress is white, assuming the dirt and unknown substances are cleaned off it. ***

he added. "Me too, it is nice meeting you," she smiled so widely that Pocco froze for a while and just stared at Evangeline's eyes. "Do you know your eyes are really beautiful?" he grinned and Evangeline blush, not because she liked him but because she felt shy for the compliment. "Maybe, but I think this is pretty common," she said remembering how many of the angels had blue eyes. "Common?" Pocco chuckled, "Of course not, that's pretty rare, you girl!" he said.

Now that angels were involved and had managed to get so close to her, I didn't have time to lose. Angels were another thing humans got wrong. They aren't pure and virtuous like people thought. Yes they started in heaven, but they were mostly warriors. They were brutal, murderous, warriors who care as much about other people’s lives as demons. When you get right down to it there isn't too much difference in demons and angels. Demons promise to make all your dreams come true and we do for a while, but we never lie. When we make a promise we keep it. You just have to be very clear as most people leave a lot of room for extra creativity on our part. Angels, however, they make you believe they

How can a woman makes my soul calm just by her touch, even just by her eyes. I shut my eyes as I tightened my embrace around her body. I would kill anyone who would harm her. She stilled in her sleep. I rubbed her back gently to calm her down. I sighed softly as I kissed her forehead. She continued sleeping peacefully. "How could you do this to me?" I whispered under my breath, staring at her beautiful face. She looked so innocent, an angel... And I am devil from the depths of hell. A devil would never be good for an angel...

ELLA : My heart literally dropped when he pulled away my blanket and looked straight into my eyes, there were deep emotions in his eyes, I frowned heavily. I don't know if this is Oliver speaking or the devil to me? How can a devil be so gentle and sensitive, why does he care if I love him or not? If I still have passion for him? Why? I was confused by multiple unusual thoughts in my mind, hence he kept staring at my face intently searching for something, I guess.

This was a question that would lead him to peaking out the training room door, hoping for his first glimpse of the demon king. The castle was quiet despite the multitude of visitors and guards purched at the ready. The Demon king lived up to his name, with blood red hair and piercing black eyes, he in no way looked friendly. To other Demons he was a casanova, taking more than a few lovers, but refusing to marry. He stood tall and fierce as he stared the Angel king dead in the eyes. "Well well. What do you plan on bargaining with this time? You have nothing to offer and you time is running thin." He smirked, his voice sultry and deep. The angel king stared daggers at the other, showing no fal