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Her demeanor shows her awareness of her attractiveness and she reveled in it, turned her body slightly towards the doorway and positioned herself in a manner which shows her most attractive angle and pushed her ample chest, attracting even more lascivious attention. She tilted her head into a more seductive pose, strands of her hair partially hiding her eyes, unseen to everyone, the irises of her eyes which were dark, glowed dark red and a lighter shade around the pupils, giving an eerie feeling. She gave a low sinister chuckle. ************************************************************************************************

Damien grumbled something inaudible under his breath and proceeded to walk inside without waiting for me. I followed him after Silver gave a motivating grin but he walked in another direction. I inhaled a sharp breath the minute I stepped inside. The walls were the color of the ice with intricate golden designs covering the corners of every wall and the blue pillars spread inside evenly. Three golden chandeliers were hanging from the ceiling and even the ceiling was nothing ordinary, it had some sort of wolf battle scene drawn on it which looked so realistic to be a painting. At the end of the beautiful hall, there were two staircases that diverted towards the right and left directions simul

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.

My misery hadn’t ended yet when Demon Anwir got into the bedroom, took off his sleek white shirt and black pants, and walked around in the bathroom naked as I could see clearly through the clear glass window. I could see his towering body, firm muscles, chiseled eight packs stomach, and his hanging length. He was the true definition of Greek statues that I always read in the library. The history of mankind before the days of Demon Ahriman brought chaos to earth. I had never seen Antara's body so majestic like that as I had only three times mated with him before he went to Sabbatical Valley to find Demon Akheron. Maybe it was because of the body owned by Demon Anwir at the moment, the master

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

He stared back without saying anything. She pressed her lips softly to his forehead. Then his cheek. "I don't peck monsters. So, as at this moment, you're demonstersified." He laughed. The skin around his eyes crinkled with happiness and Clea felt her heart swell. "Is that a real word?" "Yes, by my order." "Okay." She rubbed his cheek. "Besides, you're too handsome to be a monster." His lips twitched like he was holding back a smile. "Am I?"

The purple smoke widened its perimeter and gave way to an alive picture in the midst of it. The room in the picture was in absolute trash. Bedsheets ripped and thrown upon the floor, tables turned upside down—some even missing their legs, claw marks on the walls and on the floor. Every thing would have been drowning in darkness if it was not for the moonlight coming through the balcony.

These dresses are all bright colors and plain looking. I prefer wearing the ones with dark colors but with silver or golden linings to show that I’m not just a no one. Back then, my face is just enough for me to stand out because everyone knows me as the Demoness Alpha, but now that I have no name and is only regard as Helion’s disciple, and the fact that I’m using someone else’s face, if I want to stand out, I at least have to do something about what I wear.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” “Way ahead of you, love.” Lucifer says as he pulls out his phone and wiggles it at me. “I have several pictures of your delicious assets to keep me company while we are apart.” I narrow my eyes at him. When the hell did he take pictures of me? I don’t remember him flashing his phone at me at all. I turn my attention to the female. She looked to be in her thirties, about my height, with dark skin, dark eyes, and shoulder length black hair that had stripes of silver in it. Her thin athletic body was covered in black leather, complete with a pair of black combat boots. She had knives at her hips as well as around the circumference of her left thigh. A warrio

The high walls were painted with blue-green murals of trees and streams, while the pillars depicted vast mountains and valleys. Strangely enough, however, the extra servants and artwork didn't brighten the place. Instead, a dreary and sombre ambience suffused the atmosphere. Shivering inadvertently, Shamsiya rubbed her hands over her arms as she waited for the servant to convey her presence to the Demon Queen. "She's here? Let her in." A cold voice commanded, sending chills down her spine. Somehow, Shamsiya had the feeling this wouldn't be a pleasant meeting. A fluster of footsteps later, the same servant that led her here appeared at the door and gestured for her to enter with a slight bow.