Are You A Devil Or An Angel Novels & Stories

"Devils and angels were never a match. It's just sad that one of them had to fall for the other. Yet, their nature prevents them from being together. Or rather be friends." "Do you think the same thing?" it sounded more like a confirmation that he wants to hear from him. Then a mere question someone asked abruptly. "If you are an angel. And I myself am a devil. Would you still accept me? As a friend, or better yet, your lover?" The question was followed by a very sweet smile. That no one would ever think of being offensive. "Are you jealous?" Rain walked to Adam's side like a silent cat. Or adam was probably too preoccupied to notice. While his eyes linger on the two good-looking people who

I'm not taking him for granted. I know he's a bad guy, and he's the devil, but to me, he is an angel.

She almost laughs her words at him—a vampire running away from a human. “I am not what you think, Anais; there is more to this than you see here.” How can he tell her the truth? She will run for sure then. She sees him as a devil because he’s a vampire. How will she look at him when she finds out he is the devil? Lucifer is that fallen angel with no way of getting back to heaven. He doesn’t want to go back; he doesn’t want to be good, which is why he should just kill her.

But being the badass CEO she was, she shoved the voices into a metaphorical cage. Inner Devil 2: ‘Who cursed us?! Was it Freya’s guardian angel?’ Inner Devil: ‘Freya’s guardian angel? LMAO.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘SHE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE ONE???!’ Inner Devil: ‘Well, yeah. If you’re thirty-one and still a virgin, your angel probably resigned.’ Inner Devil: ‘We’re doomed.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Mark my words. We are going to die again.’ They cried. Loudly. For two hours.

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

he admitted with a short laugh while still kissing me, taking my bottom lip between his A gust of breeze blew past, but it did nothing to the rising fire of passion in my blood, my whole body was warm, and being this close to Roman, my body pressed to his, soft in every place he was hard, it made me throb and yearn Roman slid a finger down the curve of my ass, making a shiver rack through my body “My stubborn little angel” he rasped as I shifted my hips so my core was nudging his hard length I pulled back just enough to stare into his eyes, to see the brightness of desire there, but also the lingering shadows of earlier. “And you're my own personal devil,” I said softly, my words falling lik

‎CLEOPATRA'S POV ‎ ‎You know the thing people always say about being with the devil you know rather than the angel you don't know. Well... I am not quite sure I want to have anything in common with a devil, I will rather take my chances with an angel I don't know, who knows he might actually be a heaven's sent. ‎“Angel... I mean Lorenzo, Why are we stopping?” I doubted the moment Lorenzo's car came to a stop in front of a multipurpose supermarket.

“So you agree, Maggie?” “How can you not? I’m by no means religious, nor do I pretend to be, but I’m not blind to the world. If there is a God, a greater good, then there must be a devil and a greater evil to balance it out. The greater evil is in the people sitting on both death row and a park bench. If there is a hell, it’s most definitely empty. Ask anyone who has been unfortunate enough to come into contact with one of those people and has demons of their own left over. They’ll tell you that the devils are here disguised as one of us.” “So you’re saying you could be sitting among devils and not know it?” Her eyebrow raised and she paused in her pacing.

With him being a DEVIL? . . . TBC

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.