Novel & Cerita Demons Will Charm You With A Smile

He can’t breathe– Every single part of you belongs to me. * * * * * “Do you remember when you said you’ll show me the ocean someday?” the demon suddenly asks, voice deceptively gentle while he stares somewhere far away… looking but unseeing at the perpetually crashing waves. “Well,” he drawls, playing along, “…here it is.” And when its lips slowly curl into a tiny smile as it turns to look at him over its shoulder, Hans could almost pretend that it was human. That he was happy too. * * * * *

Demon said without any expression “It is your choice but I am sure that you will definitely come back.” A smile appeared on Demon's lips again and he started looking at me. Her eyes were challenging me as if she knew what was going to happen tomorrow. I said boldly, “I will not come.” Demon laughed and placed his hand on my head and said, “You will definitely come, this city is mine and everything here happens as per my wish.”

“That’s okay with me, now I understand why you're known as the charming gentleman.” His face was engulfed in confusion to what he remarked, “Charming gentlemen? Who gave me that nickname?” he inquired. “You don’t know? your employees gave you that nickname, I just overheard it a few days ago.” “I’m not sure about the gentleman part, even my mother tells me that I’m a bit apathetic and harsh once I open my mouth.” Dion affirmed.

I said very seriously to him and he stopped laughing but maintained a smile and raised one eyebrow at me. “Do you want me to prove it?” He asked and I was afraid to respond to him, did I want proof? Reluctantly, I nodded my head, “Yes.” He tilted his head, his smile a bit mischievous, “And how would you like me to prove it to you?” “Well, what do demons do?” I asked. “We torture,” he answered very matter-of-fact, his smile only half of what it was, but still amused, maybe he didn’t like that I challenged him and he was feeling the pressure.

Demiel smiled genuinely and tapped his shoulders as a friend. “You can do it, Klaud! Use your jaw-dropping charisma.” He mumbled and chuckled.

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

But wait… “Yes I am. I’m evil Majesty…I am always evil in your eyes so it’s better to be a demon until the end right?” Why his voice does seem so familiar to me?

He had flawless skin, icy blue eyes, dark luscious hair, and a smile so devilishly beautiful. My mouth almost fell open because, what the hell. I knew demons had a strange kind of beauty to them, but I never expected this. I thought he was going to be normal looking, not like someone who ladies would drool looking at. He stretched like he'd just woken up from a long nap, rolling his shoulders and grinned at us with a perfect yet annoying smile. “Well hell, boys... and girls,” he said, wiggling his fingers. “Oh, it's so good to see you boys again. Missed me?”

~DAMON~ My smile radiates the whole library, but does not reflect on my heart. It’s a reflex action, something I find myself doing often even though it's the last thing I want to do. Smiling, throwing jokes, these have been a coping mechanism that's etched within my soul, an addiction I can't free myself from because it never feels like an addiction. “Damon!” Elvis in third year slaps my back mindlessly, drawing me closer to him. “Our dear vampire prince, will you grace us with your presence for this night's party?”

The contradiction is so perfect, it feels rehearsed. “Maybe they’re mistaken,” I say, trying for a smile I don’t feel. “People mix up faces.” “You don’t mix up John,” Demon replies with a half-smile that does nothing to hide his worry. “Not unless they’ve got another handsome idiot around here in a suit and perfect smile.”