Devil Fruit Designs Novels & Stories

What appears on his face is the kind of a countenance a cat would embody when toying with a mouse whose tail was in its grip, as it watched said rodent try to run away yet end up rebounding; back to the predator. My life now in four simple words. Tom and fucking Jerry. And now that he is so close, every detail I had seen when he stood by the door is sharper now, darker up close, waking up all the wrong sorts of reactions from me. Leone… Andreotti. He's the kind of man that lets you know that the devil isn't really a short creature with red skin, a pitch fork, Cheshire-cat smile and horns. Not really. He's a six-foot-three Greek god with thick brows, deep-set eyes, and a well-trimmed full bea

Rain’s pov He marched towards me, crouched down, coming face to face before me as he pulled down his hood, and my stomach tightened with dread. The rumours about him were always about his cruelty and the agony he'd caused but none ever warned or prepared me for how beautiful the devil looked like. His face looked like it had been sculpted after the word perfection. The detailed outline of his jawline, and that provocative stare he wore like a garment was alluring. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at him. How can a devil be this beautiful?

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

Only one way to be sure. Warren had found old articles dating back a hundred years or so. There were few that said that you could kill a vampire by driving a stake through their heart. A stake made from the wood of an old, rare tree. He had done some research and came up with three possibilities, a tree called St. Helena Gumwood, and a tree called Dragon Blood Tree, and the last called Agarwood. They had a plan to get pieces of wood from all three trees. Unfortunately, they were all rare trees, so getting pieces from them was going to be difficult. Warren said that he had a way to get them, so he had left to go get what they needed.

“You are mine, Devil Emperor Finn.” A fragment of pure halo light bloomed from her palm and sank into his heart. Finn slid his hand around her waist, pulling her close. “I am only yours, Heavenly Empress Vivica,” he whispered, accepting her light as he placed a beautiful black crown upon her head, the crown of the Empress of Hell. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss as white and black petals rained down from above, showering them in a storm of light and shadow. Cheers and applause erupted throughout the venue.

Or a long-lost love. "Why the shock look?" Devon teased Urie. He liked to see his small face blushing like a bride on her wedding night. "Aren't you even worried that they might misinterpret what you are saying?" He moved closer to Urie's already warm ears. "If I'm that worried, I won't be walking right up to you. And holding the way I am holding you right now." Again, he was amused by how cute Urie looked with that jaw-dropping. expression of his.

My feet were bleedinginside my heels, and the diamond necklace was cutting into my collarbone. It felt as if I was trapped inside a nightmare, from which I couldn’t wake up. Luca appeared beside me, two flutes of champagne were in his hand, and offered me one. “No thank you.” I said coldly, barely looking at him. He shrugged and drained both. “Your loss.” He said with disdain in his voice. Motherfucker.