Devil And Angel Love Novels & Stories

And then, without another word, he closed the distance between us, his hands on either side of my face, tilting my head up so I had no choice but to look at him. “You should be,” he whispered, his breath warm against my lips. Before I could respond, his mouth descended on mine in a kiss that was raw, desperate, and everything I had been holding back. It was a collision of emotions, of need, of power, and it consumed me. His lips were hard against mine, his hands pulling me closer, as if trying to merge our bodies into one. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. All I could feel was him—Silas—and the undeniable force that pulled us together, even though we both knew it was wrong.

A ruthless underworld heir and a disgraced investigative journalist are forced into a fake engagement that ignites a dangerous, all-consuming passion. Their love is tested by betrayal, power struggles, and a conspiracy that threatens to destroy them both.

She almost laughs her words at him—a vampire running away from a human. “I am not what you think, Anais; there is more to this than you see here.” How can he tell her the truth? She will run for sure then. She sees him as a devil because he’s a vampire. How will she look at him when she finds out he is the devil? Lucifer is that fallen angel with no way of getting back to heaven. He doesn’t want to go back; he doesn’t want to be good, which is why he should just kill her.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

he said hoarsely. “Yes,” I replied . “And you didn’t break.” I met his gaze. “Neither did you.” Behind us, Luca De Santis stood in the ruins of his theater. And I knew one thing with terrifying certainty. The devil had lost his stage.

All his men dead. Lothaire’s vision blurred. He was dying. He knew it. Then she was there. A woman, kneeling beside him, hands pressing against his chest, dark hair whipping in the wind.He didn’t know where she came from. Her face was the last thing he saw before everything went black. An Angel But he woke up. She’d saved him.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ Chapter 1: Are You Lost, Mama “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”

the device tried again. “Cristiano, that's the devil's alluring voice. Do not succumb to it again, my son. Be steadfast ”, Azrael whispered to his human and crushed the filigree thing in his fist. Safe was safe. “Yes Lord, I'll do anything, Lord. I will be steadfast, I will not disappoint you, sir ”, Cristiano replied quickly, with a fanatical twinkle in his eyes looking up at the supposed angel. Azrael's mind again encompassed that of the man, and he continued to quote:

I grinned feeling dizzy because this couldn't be real so I played along. "Of course you still think I'm a fucking angel." He rolled his eyes. Huh? "Aren't you…?" "Hey, Lucian. Ooh, you've met my new friend." A familiar voice interrupted us from beside me. I turned to see Hottie standing next to me. Huh? Do they know each other? Is he also an angel? I wondered. "I've met her before." Angel replied, "On Saturday, at a club." He explained.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.