Demon In A Suit Novels & Stories

He hangs up and turns around. 6'4" of pure intimidation. Tailored three‑piece anthracite suit, white shirt unbuttoned at the collar revealing a discreet tattoo a stylised shadow, maybe a raven. Short black hair, three‑day stubble, piercing green eyes like blades. No smile. Just a look that pins me in place. "Sit down, Miss Hayes." I obey, legs trembling. He sits opposite, steepling his fingers. "You have an excellent profile. Intelligent. Ambitious." He pauses. "But curious."

“Something wrong?” “That’s the demon from earlier.” Cassiel raised an eyebrow. “She’s kinda hot though.” Julian nodded. “True.” “I insulted her,” Enzo muttered. “I called her a hurricane in Prada.” Cassiel chuckled under his breath. “You’re done for.”

I was feeling very strange the way everyone was looking at me, so I kept my head down and went with that man. He took me to a luxurious office and it had a demon's photo posted on it. I started looking around the office when the man said, “You wait here, demon sir will be coming any moment.” Saying this the man went away and I sat on the chair with Simon, I could not understand where is the bar? This is nothing but a beautiful luxurious office. I kept waiting in the office and after about half an hour demon came wearing his black suit. Demon nodded and called his man, within some time the man who had forced me here came back again.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

I said through gritted teeth. “I guess we will never know.” Drake replied to me. I followed his gaze as he turned to look at something to his left side. A mass of demons appeared and began to march towards us. They moved to part down the middle and my attention became anchored on a sharp dressed man walking from the center of the crowd. He was tall, with pale skin. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie that fit so well I would wager that it was professionally tailored just for him. His shoulder length black hair was gelled and combed back out of his face. His confident footsteps left prints that sizzled and smoked in his wake. It’s about time the bastard showed his ugly face.

We're getting close, I can almost feel the demon. The thick steel door is just how I remember it, gunmetal gray and at least four inches thick. Zack opens the combination latch with practiced ease; he doesn't seem nearly as nervous as I feel. The eerie silence that follows us in sends chills up my arms, but it's short-lived. We barely get inside before laughter completely floods the room. "I thought you'd never get here!" the Demon calls out. He's in a sturdy wooden chair, completely bound and chained to the floor. Zack was right, he looks nothing like Uncle John. His eyes are completely black and his skin has a clammy, yellow hue to it, almost as though the body has already died.

she said, giving me a pouty little girl face. It didn’t suit her. I was used to the pouty face from my sister, she was Queen Pout. Even though Susie was beautiful she was a fucking demon. Seeing her in the thick of a battle just made me have a million times more respect for her. Not only that, her demon form was the shit of nightmares. I just had to thank the goddess she was on my side. “You quit that. Demon or not you’re still only one person. If you hadn’t distracted that fucker it would have been my neck and not my shoulder,” I said, nodding my head.

The demon—because there was no mistaking what he was—looked like every dark fantasy I’d ever had made flesh. Tall, easily over six feet, with a build that suggested lethal strength wrapped in expensive tailoring. His suit was immaculate, black on black, perfectly fitted to broad shoulders and a tapered waist. But it was his face that made my mouth go dry. Devastatingly handsome in a way that felt dangerous. Sharp cheekbones, full lips curved in an amused smirk, and eyes—God, his eyes. They shifted colors as I watched, from deep crimson to molten gold to pure black.

“Ava.” I stopped and turned. A man I’d never seen before was walking toward me in a sleek black suit. He didn’t look like a doctor. Too polished. Too... something. His shoes didn’t even make a sound on the pavement. His smile was calm but unreadable, and the way his eyes watched me made me instinctively step back. “Yeah?” I asked cautiously. “Nice to finally meet you.” He extended a hand like this was a business meeting. “I’m Demon.”

ZouMi looked pleased. "Why don't you give Gold Dem to yourself, so no one will mess with you?" Gold Dem, is a card which is given to the families by D, which are clean and not involved in any wrong matters. And no one in the business world, can act harshly on them. It's a card, that many upper families carry. It's not easy to catch hold on it, one need to be totally clear from all the illegal stuff. So, basically this Gold Dem is a protection from the harmful world, as long as they are in wings of D, no one will dare to touch their family. If one don't obey the rules set on the Gold Dem, first their whole family will be dragged down, and then there won't be any traces of that family in the w