Devil Disguised Novels & Stories

But Alina’s determined stare left him no choice but to answer. “The ‘Devil’,” he said slowly, “is a man feared by everyone. They say he came straight from the darkest parts of hell, a man with a face as beautiful as Adonis, yet more dangerous than any enemy. His voice is deep and enticing, like an angel’s whisper… but his smile can freeze your heart and make you feel like you’re standing at death’s door.” Alina swallowed hard, curiosity and dread mixing in her chest. “What’s his name?” she asked softly.

I whip around, my fist raised, but the thing that stands before me simply catches my swing with one hand and holds it there with lazy ease. “Amos,” I growl. How could I have forgotten this thing, even for a second? The shadows of the swamp unmask it for what it really is, something terrible and inhuman. It’s still wearing Dalton’s face like a disguise, but nothing can hide the evil that lurks beneath. “At your service,” the thing says with a little bow. “Or perhaps it would be more apt to say that you are at mine.” “It’s over,” I snarl, squaring up to it even as it begins squeezing my fist painfully in its crushing grasp.

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

Why do I have to suffer a barbarian life? In the process of falling in love, I lost everything in his hands. My heart failed to discern the devil in human form. And look where he plonked me. *********** This book is purely fictional. All characters are only author's imagination. There is no resemblance with any living person. Lastly, this book contains some non consensual scene that can be upsetting.

saying he cheered himself While others gave confused smile, but next instant they were surprised and shock listening to him Sinha and play Piano 'Baby I wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel Ever since a child he grew up listening to love Heard the stories of Devil's how they were smitten Heard the stories of Angel's how they fallen on earth Never once he believed that Angel's are real and Devil's get's it one He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Dev

I figured it was time to pull out my trump card in case she decided to rat me out but to my surprise, I didn’t need to. She simply smiled. “We are all devils with different masks.” “What does that even mean?” I muttered, observing that she had totally ditched the luscious voice she liked to speak with. “I didn’t think Miles had it in him. Sending a woman to Curtis and succeeding in getting her close to him, I don’t know whether to praise him for making an excellent choice or you for being so convincing.” She chuckled, looking me up at down with those sparkly eyes. “You have to show me your cauldron.”

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

“I've helped you get the immortality you desire, and now I'm helping you again, controlling Barbara so that she can kill the victims that you will make sacrifices for me.” Reksa stepped forward, approaching Hugo with a breath that smelled like a mixture of sulfur and wet tar. The devil gripped the Cursed's shoulder, making him grit his teeth in the pain and heat from Reksa's hands. Within seconds, Reksa's form was no longer human, but like a real devil, flaming red and black. Hugo's shoulders slowly smoked, but not the slightest sign of fire could come out.

I loathed the aloha so much h that if he was the first person the DEVIL wanted dead,I won't hesitate to do that before going to Valerie. “That's by the way.how was your trip? We're you treated well by the devil……?”. He asked,feining his concern. “You have eyes …you can see I don't look tattered like before..I was treated like a Luna I am and I'm grateful to the moon goddess for that beautiful opportunity”. “I see”. His eyes rummaged from my head to the toe as he sank back to his throne,his legs crossed. “The devil said you've tried your eyes out. You insisted on coming back to the packhouse because that's the only person you've been used.

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.