Devil Angel Painting Novels & Stories

'Huhu, enjoy your days that full of suffering, dear Hana' She muttered sadly *** 'She must be mine' 'She must be mine' Valdo bit the tips of his nails, his eyes focused on the photos in his hand. "No! Even if I die, I still can never be yours! " Valdo held his head which was throbbing as someone's words rang in his head. "I will have you at any cost. Even if I have to become a devil and kill you again. " He laughed loudly and then started to stand up, approaching a painting on the wall. A painting he bought at an exhibition. Painting of a bridge with the initials C.L.V "Hmm ..." Valdo stroked the painting, his laughter turned to a grin "Should I make you lie back here again, dear?"

The nurse smiled and pointed to the waiting area. I just smiled and walked towards the row, I was about to sit at the end when I looked up at Videlle who was smiling and shaking her head. I stood up properly and grinned at him. "Hey, Devi. I thought I had chatted it on Tinder," He suddenly said and was overwhelmed with his senses "You're stressing me out, Devi," "Wow, I don't seem stressed either, right?" I sarcastically asked "Besides, is it really tinder?" I asked again. I handed him the paper bag, his brows frowned at it and his gaze went to me.

my voice wavered, ladened with emotion. “I didn't, Cali,” he answered quickly, pointing towards the insignia that had been on Hudson's painting. “I think we got both our paintings from the same exhibition, Hudson. Actually, I think its the same artist—Hell's Demon.” my eyes widened in shock. Hell's Demon?!

Valerie. The devil and I had been sitting at the back without saying any word to each other. Other. My blood was boiling in anxiety when I felt his burning gaze on me. “What does your mate look like?”. He asked,not sparing me a glance. “He's the most handsome man I had ever seen”. I replied, looking through the window. “Please ... .can you just let me go. I'm not fit to be your Luna or mistress….. please….”. Tears swelled in my eyes as I pleaded the DEVIL desperately.

She groaned “Fucking Bethany.. and the wicked stepsister.. They spray painted slut on both sides of Delilah’s gas tank. Ruined her awesome paint job.. I was so pissed.. All Delilah said was she would repaint it.. she wouldn’t get mad because she wasn’t in the mood to kill anybody today.” Hunter asked “She’ll repaint it? She did that paint job? The wolves howling at the moon beside the waterfall? She did that?” Valerie nodded “She painted mine, too.. That Betty Boop was all her.. freehand.” . He jumped up.. said “Hot damn!” And started pulling Valerie out the door. Maddox cracked up “Where you running off to, bro?” He shouted “To ask Delilah to paint my bike! I know exactly what I want!”

And I didn't care that all the archangels on earth and in the heavens had stopped to observe what was being done. I even felt God's own attention on me; an apprehension that I would reap human lives with a simple snap of my fingers. But I didn't do that. I saved them. With a single heartbeat, I pulled the demonic souls that impregnated those bodies, and they came out as if they were spectra of bluish tones. Little creatures that struggled in the air as my invisible hand kept them trapped, and the human bodies collapsed to the ground, shrunk, as if the women were in a deep sleep.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

Somehow, I’ve made it through the marsh to the clearing where the decayed cemetery once stood. Amos is waiting for me there. Its form wavers in the rain, like a projection on a disrupted screen. It looks less human than I remember. The general form is there, but the angles and proportions are all wrong. For some reason, it makes me think of an anglerfish, drawing me in with the promise of a light in the dark. “Rough night?” the demon asks in a voice that’s merely an extension of the howling wind. It grins, revealing thin gleaming teeth that flash in the lightning like slivers of bone.

Yet, he has this hold on me; he keeps drawing me in when I know that I should not. So with only but a smile, I pull him closer to me and lay lips softly against his. He only looks at me rather confused, “You do not wish for an explanation?” That, there, tells me that I have, in fact, heard him, so with those trembling hands, I only but whisper to him, “Are you really the Devil?” He softly chuckles at me, “The Devil’s son.” “But that still makes you a Devil, or are you one of those ungodly…?”

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.