Blue Eyed Devil Meaning Novels & Stories

With him being a DEVIL? . . . TBC

I swear he was created by the devil, because looking that good has to be sinful. Before I know it he turned around locking eyes with me that said ‘I want you right the f*ck now." Our gazes never left each other, and we both filled the hallway with substantial amounts of lust and need. I noticed his ocean blue eyes start swirling with an odd aqua color.

I took a glimpse, looking back at him. His eyes were pooled with dark color. They were dilated which meant his wolf had resurfaced. “Look at you. N*ked and pleading, just as I’ve always imagined, loving every single moment of my c*ck in you. You have no idea what I want to do to you…” he trailed out at me. “I am the devil, princess. The devil your parent warned you to stay away from… I was made to taint every f*cking single pureness in you. So, are you ready?”

The red-haired vampire bawled in frustration, glaring at me with the most hateful eyes I had ever seen in my life. "Who did you just call a devil?" Blake's voice thundered and seemed to shake the ground as it shot fear into everyone. They all cowered, but the red haired vampire made no movement as he appeared extremely exasperated at everything happening. I was like a prey item in his eyes, which he had vowed to devour. Just the way his eyes darken when they rest on me tells us so well how much he would devour me once given the chance. "That dirty thing behind you is the devil who has blinded and turned you stupid. You are clearly a fool now. Just so you know... kill us for a werewolf, basta

“Who do I look like to you?” “What?” “This isn’t a very hard question, Ruby of the Blue Sky. Who do I look like to you?” If I had to answer that question, I would say he looked like the devil. A beautiful devil who would lure you in with his enchanting eyes, only to ruin you with his sharp claws and dangerous actions.

, Arjun snarled at her and Avni shivered at seeing their bloodshot red eyes as she could feel the murderous aura coming out from the DEVIL and the BEAST. Neil's eyes were deadly cold and the face was raging. Avni understood that DEVIL's revenge was Darker Than his love. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

He had been bound by Dante with no hope of survival. When I glanced at Fabien's eyes, they held fear. Was it fear of having betrayed me, or the fear of being withheld by Dante? I could not tell. What I was certain of was that this nonsense was about to end. “Why don't you come down and let's end this quickly.” I told him. Dante smirked and stood. As he walked down the stairs, his eyes were fixated on me. It was a glare, a mean one as he toyed with his gun.

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

”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.

she says. “No one,” I repeat. The words taste bitter. She looks at me, eyes glassy for a breath, then resolute. “I won’t stop until he pays for what he did,” she says—soft, steady. The pronoun is ambiguous; the sentence is a loaded gun. I feel it for what it is: a promise. I also feel the chill that comes with promises made in the dark. Something in me lifts and falls, hope and dread in folded layers. It’s the voice of someone mending a vow to a ghost. It’s also the voice of someone who can be dangerous if pushed. I keep my expression sealed. This is not the place to show my hand.