Beauty And The Devil Novels & Stories

“If that’s what it takes to keep you, Bryan… then yes. I am the devil.” The words slithered through the air, wrapping around me, suffocating me. My stomach twisted violently. I fought the urge to gag. “You’ve hurt yourself…this much…just to trap me? Just to prove some twisted point?” Her lips curled, teeth flashing in a grotesque snarl, beauty shattering under the weight of her rage. She looked less like a woman and more like some feral thing cornered in the dark. “The devil can be very persistent when needs be. The devil lost to God and isn’t willing to lose again, she has to fight her way to the top, she has to stay married to Bryan fvcking Adams.” She wiped her bleeding and bruised forehe

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

Immune to pain? The door opened, and an extremely beautiful lady walked in. She had long, flowing black hair that cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall. Her eyes were a bright, piercing brown that seemed to draw you in. Her lips were full and perfectly shaped, and she carried herself with an air of intimidating and alluring confidence.

Sighing, I pick up their catalogue and flip the pages. So, here I am in a lavish beauty parlour brought by the one and only Devil, a.k.a, Devin. I really think sometimes that his name should really be Devil and not Devin. But they are kind of close anyway. Flipping through the pages of the catalogue, I get bored and flung it over to the dressing table infront of me. "So, what else do want to be done, ma'am?" She asks again. Urgh! Can't she just leave me alone now? I have already got my hair cut in size by her.

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

His tone was determined. He pushed from the end of the room and came my way. A slow prowl. A monster testing its prey is like a monster testing without knowing how dangerous the prey could be. He stopped a foot away, and he tipped up my chin, deceptively delicate. "They say the devil is so beautiful you wouldn’t be able to look at him if you saw him in his actual form." My insides quaked. I was pretty sure he had our roles reversed, by the devil what did he mean? Another cloud formed within me.

I warn him yet again, my hands busy turning me to Picasso with a contour brush to my face re-applying my smeared make up, I threaten him with a smile on my face as I practice the best version of my fake smiles to give to the audience when I leave this bathroom and head back out to the party. It really does feel like making a deal with the devil, the atmosphere becomes quiet and dingy, I can hear a pin drop at this point, the hairs on my arms and neck are as erect as if electric charges had passed through them or something. " Okay okay I hear you, just stop with the mention of death it's too gruesome for me," that is so ironic coming from the Devil himself. I honestly cannot picture the Devil

There was a strange servant who refreshed his soul with his breath. He pulled the wheelchair back firmly. And shocked, he turned towards him. So why do you want to die? She looked at her face. There was no fear in her eyes, and this made her happy sitting in front of her. We have to leave?" He was still talking when Jain reminded him from behind. The devil answered him looking at her beautiful face. Deep blue eyes with a glassy appearance, sharp nose, pink full quivering lips. She was very beautiful, but her scent intoxicated the Devil's senses.