Novel & Cerita Demon In Suit

Heartless Demon No one could say by looking at this man that there was a demon hidden inside this godly body who kept me captive in his claws and tortured me for his satisfaction. He was most handsome man I had ever seen in my life. Anyone could mistakenly think him as a model from magazine. His face consisted of strong jaws which was covered with light stubble, nose was sharp and pointed, cheekbones were high. His hair was dark black and perfectly gelled back. He was dressed in black expensive suit. broad shoulder could be easily identified through the suit. His arms looked strong as his hands on table and checking a file.

“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.

Something inside of him whispered to him everyday that he was a demon. “I believe I am demon.” “Demons don’t believe they are demons, they know they are demons. It’s inside of you and it reminds you everyday of what you are.” This man just described what Lucian felt everyday. It meant only one thing, Lucian was indeed a demon. Then what about him being a witch? “These things that you killed…” Lucian began. “Yes, these hideous things were also demon. Different kind of demons.” He explained. Different kind? “And by the way, burning doesn’t work on demons, we are creatures of fire, and when you kill them you need to stab their spine. That’s the only way they die.”

I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

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."

“But we’ll tell him when we go back to L’impasse des Ombres.” I nodded again, my mind drifting back to what he’d said to me. I really hoped he had no plans of pushing through with whatever he had in mind. The door creaked open again, and Demon entered the ward. He looked like he had just taken a shower—his damp black hair clinging messily to his forehead. He was in black outfits as usual, looking handsome like he’d just stepped out from a magazine. With his hair sticking on his forehead, he looked more innocent, like a high school boy who knew nothing but maths.

Instead, I walked into my closet, picking out a sweatshirt and basketball shorts. "You can wear this for the night. I don't think it'll be smart for you to return to your room tonight." I could see the displeasure in her eyes, but she said nothing. Even though she was mad, she knew she couldn't fight off the demon herself. The other demons would have gotten the sign by now that two of their own were lost. They'd be furious and thirsty for blood. Not just any blood. Ayra's blood. She was better off staying where I could see her. The demons had no chance of getting in here. The house had a spell around it that kept demons away. It had cost a fortune to find a sorcerer that could cast the spell

Lena met my eyes in the mirror. “If anyone can, it’s Damien. But he’s risking a lot by keeping you. Don’t make him regret it.” Damien waited for me at the bottom of the stairs when I came down. He wore a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every bit the Reaper. His gaze moved over me slowly. “You look the part,” he said. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” I stopped in front of him. He offered his arm. “It is. Now take it.” I hesitated, then slid my hand through his arm. His muscles felt tense under the suit.

And he was sturdy. He was not a creature whoever behind in love, but he has to find her soon. His deep and dark blue eyes seem to glow in brightness and his skin looks like the color of anger and death with thin but bright full pink lips made him even more attractive. His all-black wings pour out the darkness that always kept appearing and disappearing. Overall, he has everything that every girl desires and yes, every female demon worship the ground he walks on. He always used that opportunity to fulfill his lust and sinful desires and after that for only to kill them the next day.