Devil Angel Painting Novels & Stories

Taylor said, pressing his body against hers. Inner Devil and Guardian Angel turned Semi-Devil were holding hands, screaming: “Ahhhhh!” Inner Devil: “This isn’t sex, but it’s close enough!” Inner Devil: “It’s getting hot in here!” Guardian Angel turned Semi-Devil: “So hot!” Inner Devil: “So take off all your clothes.” Guardian Angel turned Semi-Devil: “I am gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off!” Inner Devil frowned, saying: “Please don’t.”

The type for a special meeting, and not for a special kill. I sat on a long bench facing a huge painting on the wall. A tray of cinnamon tea was set beside me. I distracted myself from the woman that would soon be present in this room in a minute by staring into the huge painting on the wall—an oil on canvas piece of art. It illustrated dark romanticism. Blood moonlight and a roaring fire ignite the mouth of a cave. A narrow, rocky bridge stretches across a gorge, illustrating a perilous crossing while light pours from a fiery cave opening on the right. In the background, a soft glow of crimson moonlight contrasts with the fiery light, enhancing the dark apocalyptic atmosphere. On that narro

This painting held so many memories that I didn't know how I moved from my seat or how I stood before the painting caressing it. “It's the original work of the not so famous artist, and mafia heir, may his soul rest in peace, Devon,” someone explained behind me, I didn't care to turn… I didn't want to, knowing that the fallen house of Devon was entirely my fault. I had played along with them, then at the last minute I struck, erasing the only mafia family that accepted me, except the Xavier's — it was my duty. I had to. My hands trembled as I felt the beautiful and smooth texture of the painting. I stared at the black and white painting; a little girl staring into a dark tunnel while holding

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

She was laying naked and bathing in her own blood there. From that moment whenever he felt rage he used to cut his own hand and suck the blood out thinking it was Avalyn's ,that gave him peace of mind. Damien had his eyes closed and his head hung low as he finished telling him how he did everything with her in brief. "I had buried her in that graveyard by myself, and you know what I had named her," he smirked. "Devil's Innocent Angel, She was mine and I was the Devil and she was pure Innocent Angel whom I ruined,But I don't regret a single moment spent with her, she was delicious just like her blood",he said and his laughter echoed in the whole room.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

It's up to that lunatic. Devil, maybe that looks good too. "Go ahead and you just bother me. Remember tomorrow you can't be late otherwise you really have to kiss me on the cheek." Regi smiled disparagingly. Then not long after he answered the person's words. "In your dream, Mr. Gerand Yosefa. Excuse me," said Regi, who immediately stepped out of the room without noticing anything else. Asked Regi realizing that Gerand was smiling mysteriously again. It seemed like he had found something nice to do. Next target.

His jawline defying his looks, his thin beard look so appealing by looking at his side look. I walked towards him but trying not to look bold, I was looking at another painting too. I saw he's alone when he looked at this one painting that interested him. I decided to stand a few steps beside him and looked at the painting that interest him. It's a painting about 2 different world, the upper one is light and the bottom one is dark. The painting represented heaven and hell as I looked at it more and more. "Devil and Angel." I stated and I know he turned his head to mine. I turned to him and I saw he’s smirking. My heartbeat went crazy.

"Mr Koontz has arranged for the VIP room to be at your disposal. VIP, Linaker smiled. Exactly as it should be. The walls were upholstered in soft black velvet and lit with an intimate red glow. Linaker's attention was caught by the paintings on the wall. They looked like the usual erotic depictions of kinky sex acts, but when Linaker looked more closely he realised the girls weren't human. They possessed horns, tails, wings and even cloven hooves. "Unusual paintings," Linaker commented. He couldn't work out whether the demons' attentions were causing their victims pain or pleasure.