Blue Eyed Devil Book Novels & Stories

I know not to disobey him more and immediately obeyed him like a good child. I looked up closely to see the most ironic steel grey eyes staring at my Hazel eyes Deadly His eyes looked so cold like iceberg and dark at the same time. He Give me chills. I don't want him looking at me. I was insecure because for a devil he was sinfully beautiful. My red lips parted in wonder, I have never seen someone so handsome. His eyes followed my lips and licked his own pink ones. Now I was afraid and he said the word I never prayed to hear from him

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

He looked hard and dangerous and masterful and he ticked every single box that she had when it came to a temporary bedmate. But what really set Ice apart from every other drop-dead sexy Road Devil, at least for Vixen, were his eyes. Oh, not their color, though they were an incredible blue, the kind of blue that could be seen clear across a dark, smoky bar. A blue that stopped you where you stood, just stole your breath as strong as jumping into a frozen lake in January. His eyes were so damn cold, so emotionless, so frightening.

“I'd have loved to use my sniper instead.” Yevgeny shrinked in fear behind him, and this made Her turn to him finally, a cold smile on her face. “Oh, you're the pest left. Those playing should be gone by now.” In a swift moment, Yevgeny was laying lifeless on the ground, not a single wound on his body, but he was dead. In the gambling room, the same had happened. The men she left behind slumped and gone. One thing anyone in the underworld would be foolish to do was get into Viviana's death book, which these fools found themselves in. But of course, only a few really know the real pain.

Cold sweat trickled down my forehead as I sat helplessly on the edge of the bed, my thoughts were spiraling into madness, haunted by the idea that Aryan might truly be the embodiment of evil. The room seemed to constrict around me, and suspense thickened the air like a stifling fog. My vision went blurry for a moment as I stared at Aryan. My inner thoughts now were like a chaotic jumble; nothing made sense. I brought my hand to my forehead, hoping to steady myself, then lifted my head to face Aryan squarely. "So, when you said you were a devil, you meant it?" I asked, my heart this time pounded faster with my shaking leg, blood pressure was rising, making my head feel like it might explode.

When I looked into his eyes, I could swear that I saw red swim in them, the cold flames of hell seeping through them. Everything about him screamed danger and told me to run as far away from him as possible because he was going to break me. He appeared calculated and unapologetically cruel, with a handsome face, a drool-worthy body, and a playful glint that carefully lured one to its death. He was what I would term a frisky devil. A very dangerous one. Why does a devil like him have a mate? And why did it have to be me, of all people? These questions kept swimming in my mind, adding to my headache.

If I want to have a baby, I can have it with anyone, not her; the child born to her is not known as a ghost or a demon. I shivered at Vincent's callous words; I stared at him in fear without blinking. "Is that the word of a human?" Vincent smirked, his whole body covered in ice. "You always call me the devil, don't you?" I turned my head and saw Aboli with his eyes closed, his whole body drooping like a lamp that had run out of oil. My mind went blank, I didn't even think about it, so I rushed to bite Vincent's toned arm hard. Not only did I bite, but I also tried to chew it like it was my food.

The teacher replied that this was a class about the country's history, not about Catholicism and such. "But, sir, fallen angels exist, right?" he asked. I raised my gaze since that question, for some reason, caught my interest. "Obviously, Mark, they are demons now," the somewhat exasperated teacher replied. "But are they on Earth in human form or are they spirits?" "Spirits." "How can you be so sure?" the boy insisted. "It's in the Bible, Mark, I recommend you read it; you'll find many of your questions there." "I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't

I freeze in my spot as our eyes lock. His eyes are heavy with lust, and mine filled with astonishment as his body wracks under the sheets. Seconds of silence pass by after his orgasm, and I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. I’m standing at the door, peeping through the small area. I didn’t think he’ll be able to see me from here. … [he had on a blindfold which was supposed to mean he couldn’t see, but he wasn’t human, he was a supernatural being, so he knew i was standing there all along, fighting to resist him. the devil is indeed a tricky person] …

And now, I sink down into the unrelenting darkness and await judgment. Putrid mud closes in around me. Even with my eyes squeezed shut, I can feel the grit trying to claw its way between my lids. I try to keep my mouth closed, but I can’t escape the fetid taste of it as it invades my nostrils. My lungs burn. I’m trying to hold my breath, delaying the inevitable. There’s a tearing sensation in some deep part of me, somewhere that transcends my body and dives into my very being. It’s Amos, I realize. The demon is ejected, shrieking, into the muddy void.