Beautiful Devil Novels & Stories

His obsession, which will surely become her. Ruination. He forced her to open her mouth. But still she didn't. She was trying, trying to free her hands and run from the devil. But she was wrong as once a devil's eyes catches you, you will be never able to leave. There was no escape then. No escape. No one can save the beauty from the devil. He bit her lower lip hard a gasp left from Avyana's lips. He took the chance and entered his tongue inside her mouth. He kept on devouring her lips that has became his addiction. His need.

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

I scrunched my forehead thinking hard until Lidya shakes me back to reality. "This... is... so... freaking... awesome, Laila... he's like a sexy-greek-god!! Cant you believe it!!" she whispers animatedly, "I'll do anything to make this Hot-piece of stud to be mine... this Blaze A. DeVille... is worth a catch!!" Blaze. Blaze? Blaze? My eyes bug-out impossibly big while hearing that name. The devil in my dream mentioned his name... it was Blaze.

, she greeted. "It's nice meeting you too Melissa. I'm Eleanor", I greeted back. "I'll take you to your hotel Eleanor", she smiled. "Sure...let's wait till my friends join us", I looked back at our room. Our room. It feels nice right. Suddenly the door opened and the devil came fast towards me. No..no.. "You played really unfair my girlfriend", he smirked. "I'm not the type to play by rules my boyfriend", really Eleanor do you want to die. My inner voice shouted.

She felt Olivia before she heard her. Olivia made her way downstairs. She'd heard the car drive up over an hour ago and wondered what kept Cassandra away. Then she'd thought about it, and she'd known. Olivia's judgment. Olivia's sense of right and wrong. Olivia's naive thinking was that the world was simply black or white. She couldn't change the fact that she hated what Cassandra did, or what she stood for. And she couldn't start thinking that even though everyone around her thought they were the good guys, they weren't. But she could offer Cassandra the comfort of a friend. She'd grown up in this world, she'd seen the worst kind of people in it. Emma, Vance, Pedro, and Cassandra weren't li

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Belial grumbled. "Dear..." I called him with a velvety voice "I am the prince of lust, I am the one to whom all pleasures belong, the embodiment of desire... and also, the devil who incites in all the feeling of need and pleasure. You don’t think I know when someone’s forcing themselves into something?" I could feel Belial’s eyes turning to the couple - not to watch what was happening, but to be sure. Unfortunately for him, there was no hesitation in the touches of Azrael, there was not even a sign - at least not if you were not like me.

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.