Blue Eyed Devil Novels & Stories

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.

The methods he uses for killing or ‘talking’ aren't jokes. “Trust me. It’s my fucking business,” Devil says, stepping closer. Now they’re nose to nose, well, as close as they can be. The girl barely reaches his shoulders. “And how is that?” she dares him, eyes cool. “He’s my old man,” Devil says. In the corner of my eye, I see Chaos, Devil’s father. As usual, his face gives nothing away. “Ah, that’s fine then,” she says. “I’m Violet. Apparently… you’re my older brother. Steven?”

Luciano De La Vega, known as Diablo, is a cold and untouchable billionaire. Feared by his employees and misunderstood by the world, he hides a devastating truth: a fatal heart condition with no cure. To protect others from grief, Luciano builds walls so high that no one can reach him. Camila Torres never imagined her path would cross with the infamous Diablo, until a heated argument over a taxi ride pits her fiery temper against his ruthless arrogance. Days later, their families force them into a contract marriage: for her, a desperate attempt to save her father’s bankrupt business; for him, a duty to his family legacy. Bound by resentment, their union is anything but loving. Yet

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”

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

Devil, I can’t deny he is an extremely handsome Devil, who’s playing with me and my body as his wish. Again, he came near me, so near that the rich fragrance of his body again took over my sense, making me weak on my knees. “ Court!! Heh… “ He husked looking straight in my eyes as he gave a rough laugh stating it simple way he is hell angry and annoyed by my statement. His dark luminous eyes we’re giving a glare that was freezing my bones, like being nude in the middle of a hailstorm, where every chunk of ice was a frosted dagger cutting into my skin. They are so dark, giving a feeling like I am looking into an endless expanse of a midnight sky. Pure black. Dark and cold.

"Can't I just have one day where I don't have to worry about all these nonsenses?!" Eden froze mid-rant as he heard movement behind him and turned cautiously as he saw the curtains begin to move, hand on the gun on his side, ready to attack as the curtains drew back but he could only freeze, again. As the curtains were pulled away, dark raven hair was the first thing he saw, followed by a pair of icy blue eyes with a beauty mark just below the eyes and then smooth, rosy skin extending forever, it would seem. The person he was looking at sat on a bed, the thin sheets covering the person's lower half but Eden didn't need to see any more to know that he is a man.

My voice came out barking, " Fucking hell! Who are you? How can you just get on a girl's bike?" Despite my voice leaving all the signs of politeness, I took a short note of his profanity. He was tall around 6'6 feet and was definitely much longer than me. Though he had his face half covered under his black hoodie, I could see his handsome face. He had little beards on his face with a pair of blue eyes. It wasn't deep blue more like ocean. That's what do you call.. Ocean Eyes!!

I’m stuck—rooted to the floor—gaping at him like some clueless fool. Dorian Reed. The devil himself. A devil with the most piercing blue eyes I’ve ever laid eyes on, standing here in my father’s home. And when those eyes lock on me, it feels like he strips me bare. I’m exposed, defenseless, unable to stop the rush of heat flooding my face as his gaze drags over me.