Blue Eyed Devil Lisa Kleypas Novels & Stories

“ I'm the devil from hell that's why my eyes are red ” The devil from hell ? Was she hearing things right ? Lucifer ? Red eyes ? Gust of wind ? Powers ? The devil from hell ? Skyler joined all things together and that explains everything. The devil was standing right in front of her ?

Everyone's ears and eyes are on Lisa now. Lisa: A while ago I had my librarian ,Reiya Tear, who possesses the Eye Of The Truth. That power allows her to see the one and only truth to the answer she seeks when conditions are met. I give her a goal of finding out the boy's potential in comparison to the Demon King himself. It's an ability she can use only once a month and the truth she sees when she stares at him is that he has the potential to rival the current Demon King, Diablo Abaddon. Lord Ira: You actually did your homework Lady lisa. Good job finding that out. So Lord Drago what did you witness to come to that conclusion?

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

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.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

The underground gambling den smelled of cigar smoke and old money, humming with the sound of shuffled cards, clinking chips, and muffled curses. Viviana descended the concrete steps without hesitation, heels clicking against the cold floor. She was dressed in sleek black leather pants that hugged her curves like a second skin, paired with a crimson satin blouse tucked in just right, its buttons teasingly open near her collarbone. Her dark hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail, green eyes sharp, confident, and hungry.

Order within chaos—that was his gift. Liliana sat between us in the back, pressed against the door, her gaze fixed on the window as if staring hard enough could turn glass into an escape hatch. Her reflection wavered in the tinted glass: pale, beautiful, terrified, furious. She didn’t cry. Not once. Good. I hated tears. I leaned back, loosened my tie, lit a cigarette. The burn hit the back of my throat, steadying, grounding. Smoke curled into the tense air.

EMILY'S POV A few weeks had passed since I began working for Dante. His sight disgusts me but I had to answer his calls, unless I wanted my head separated from my body. Dante made sure I was always with him, serving him or the sexy ladies who appeased him sexually. I would watch them rub his body with their breasts as he rested his back on the couch and sometimes he would go as far as pressing their boobs whilst staring at me. I tried as much as I could to avert my gaze from him, especially when I felt turned on by his sexual gestures. Dante would smirk and watch as I tried controlling myself. It was clear he knew what he was doing.

I walked away, defeated. I asked a couple of traders, but none of them had seen her. My hope had gotten thinner. I found a lot of flyers on the wooden post; pictures of wanted people from stealing, murders, rapist, and lost and found children. I pulled one black and white flyer with a picture of a woman that looked very familiar. My pulse raced as I took a closer look at the picture. WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"