Devil Fruit Designs Novels & Stories

I figured the next victim should also be some wealthy director, leading a luxurious life in a highly overpriced estate with a modest, fifty-hectare garden that any normal person could call “a jungle” Filthy rich people tend to have dangerous hobbies, such as practicing extreme sports, keeping predatory, wild animals, or eating Fugu, poisonous fish, every other Sunday. I could almost picture a guy like that planting numerous poisonous plants in the garden. Even if the gardener knows, which one of the plants he shouldn’t touch, the kitchen staff might not be aware of the danger, if some wild flowers were brought to them. And if someone would do that deliberately… “I really sound like a villain

she yelled but to her disappointment, the bells continued to ring and no one was present to open the door. A frown settled on her brow as she pushed away from her table and climbed the stairs of her small house, finally shouting, "I'm coming!" The persistent ringing of the doorbell was driving her crazy. But before rushing to answer, her gaze swept across the empty rooms. "Where’s Mum?" she wondered, her expression hardening with concern. Still, she shook off the worry and opened the door, ready to face whatever awaited her. Before her stood two imposing figures clad in leather jackets. A sense of surprise washed over her as she noticed a striking dragon tattoo circling around their necks.

Before we could react, something massive leaped from the bushes, landing just a few feet away. Its eyes glowed red like burning coals. The Devil Alpha.

They knew better than to attract the anger of this dangerous demon king through any sign of weakness or judgment. Malakar cleaned his sword on the dead man's clothes before tossing it aside. Then he looked at Eryndra and let out a cruel, evil smile that made her soul shrivel. The blood on his face gave him the true definition of a devil - beautiful in a terrible way, but utterly without mercy or humanity. "How do you like my welcome gift to Valethorne, dear wife?" Malakar asked, his voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. Eryndra stared at him, her heart shattering with fear, but she fought desperately to keep a brave expression on her face. Inside, her mind was screaming with horror an

“I designed it in my dream.” She frowned. “In your dream?” Zayden chuckled lightly, his fingers tapping the desk. “Yeah. I had the most beautiful dream. It felt like years of happiness in just ten minutes.” His voice was unusually soft, almost vulnerable. Hema didn’t know why, but her throat suddenly felt tight. He gestured to the screen. “Tell me if you want any modifications.” She shook her head, still processing. “You want my opinion?” Zayden smirked. “Of course. Let me test your artistic skills”

Her most striking feature is undoubtedly her skin, which bears delicate, white patches thanks to her rare condition, vitiligo. Her face, a canvas of contrasting hues - stark white patches like fine brushstrokes on a tapestry of warm brown. Her brows, lush and full, lend an air of intensity to her doe-like, enigmatic eyes. Her lips, wide and plump, seem to promise secrets with every flicker of a smile. And she wears her freckles like stars, with milky white dots trailing down her neck and arm, leading my eyes up to the generous swell of her chest. Even now, as she towers over me, her 5'7" frame casts a spell of fascination that holds me captive.

”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.

"Recommend that his name is Jeremy, he is an OB employee. We will make an egg and meat martabak. Then there is rice and bread here, right? Ah yes, there are still meat supplies, right!?" "Gosh, you're so excited, Miss Jenny," Jeremy said, chuckling softly. What they saw at that time was a demon-possessed jenny. It was so fast that he was looking for a supply of meat until the table creaked his head. "We have to quickly find out, aish..., why is this a table so not understanding!?" "Ha ha ha." Regi's laughter was heard which immediately made Jeremy join in. It is true, why does that person even act funny and angry at inanimate objects.

Hana recalled the book Henry had given her, based on which she knew it was a Blue Or flower whose mission was to protect Helix fruit. Hana rejoiced in her heart; it seemed that her luck was not bad at all. Helix is a succulent fruit that has the aroma of pineapple. It has the function of enhancing physical fitness. It was what Hana needed most right now. To get the Helix fruit, you must first fool the purple flowers baring their teeth to devour Hana. She reached up to catch the mermaid's tears, then looked for an opportunity to throw them into the giant gaping mouth of the flowers. The flowers quickly drooped and fell to the ground in the blink of an eye. Hana carefully picked up the nearest

Zachary fumed and looked straight in her eyes that were gleaming with mirth. “I am not going to let you or this pauper destroy my kingdom” Delphyne gritted and then looked at Diana who was trying hard to stifle her cries, “Listen and better ingrain this in your mind witch, we are devils. We hate you and your entire fucking community. Heaven was once ours and soon we are gonna snatch it back from you. You better start counting your days because they won’t last long.” Diana gasped in horror. Zachary also stared at his mother incredulously, “THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT??”