Devil In Suit Mga Nobela at Kwento

My body jabbed backward and I hit the mirror behind me but it did not break. Fvcking hell! It was Mr Pompous himself, in flesh, and blood. When did he start knocking on my door? He barges in whenever he wants. I covered my mouth and raised my eyes to see the calm look on his face. Gosh! My sight narrowed down to see he was back in his usual dress code; the Armani suit of the emotionless Dev-- I'll say it, Devil. Maybe a good prefix, the charming devil. Haha... I wanted to stop myself from grinning but I already did.

It’s the place where the torture takes place. The paddles, the electric chair and the bed of torture. A bed that was draped in the colour of blood. At the centre of the room, with his back to the door, stood the devil himself. Dressed in an almost identical suit to that of the scorpion, the devil seemed like a person who was ready for a party. But that thought will undoubtedly be thrown out of the window when the Devil’s expression becomes illuminated. The devil’s green eyes were dark in anger, and he had his hands clenched into fists.

I hate to say this, but he looks so good in that three-piece dark blue suit. He is sitting so relaxed and unbothered. Anyone with no knowledge of his true nature will immediately mistake him for an angel. No wonder some people claim the devil is deceivingly charming. This is exactly how he looks, a devil with looks that could kill. Enough of the analysis! I move down the stairs towards him. His head snaps up, and his brows raise as he stares at me. There's surprise in his eyes. I guess he wasn't expecting me to turn out this good.

I don’t want to actually summon anything…let alone the Devil. I sink down onto a velvet settee in front of the window and run my fingers over the dark purple velvet. There have only been firsthand accounts recorded about what happens when the Devil is summoned, and no one knows exactly how accurate those accounts are. No one knows for sure what he looks like. Some reports describe him the way pop culture does. Tall, horned, with the face of a goat and the body of a lamb. Others describe him as a handsome man in a suit. We went over it briefly in my advanced-level defensive magic class, and it’s one of those subjects the professors here don’t like to talk about in fear it could encourage an i

The Devil speaks: - You really have some nerve, coming to my wedding to screw my fiancée! Who do you think you are? - I don't want a fight, man, it's not my fault if your fiancée prefers me to you. The Devil raises his arm, ready to punch this man who doesn't seem afraid. I interrupt them by pulling the Devil aside: - Calm down, man, it's not his fault, you know your fiancée, I think she is the one who needs a good correction. Let him go.

’ ME: ‘Just go on dreaming because it won’t happen. My phone buzzes again. The Devil: ‘My dreams usually come true.’ The audacity of this man. ME: ‘I will be the one to break that trend.’ The Devil: ‘Trust me when I say that I always get what I want, Evelyn.’ Who the hell does he think he is? God?????? ME: ‘Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with me Vincent Beckett.’ The Devil: ‘I think you’re the one who’s falling in love with me. :)’

She yelled at the manager, standing there with both hands on her hips. Groaning, I facepalmed. This is another problem. Some of the sun loungers were damaged, along with the glass door we just walked through. "Shit..." I muttered. "I know." I jumped in place, hand on my chest. Not out of surprise, but out of fear of having an evil suddenly summoned behind me when I can't quite recall casting a spell. As far as I'm aware, the devil should wear black or red, never anticipated a pink shirt, a beach hat, and a pair of green and white Hawaiian shorts. His toes are showing. Is he that proud to show the world his toes?"

I said, offering her the wine. She turned, took one look at the bottle, and grinned. “This will do.” Then Devon walked in. He was early. Wearing a black tailored suit, no tie, collar slightly loose. Effortless. Dangerous. Like a storm that wore a tux. His eyes found mine. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. I was still angry. Still aching. Still mad about the stunt he pulled earlier, and nowhere near ready to let it go. Then she arrived.

three seconds. Then, came the sound of footsteps. Calm, measured, and authoritative. Approaching the living area. Ezra turned toward the sound, and in that exact moment, his entire body froze. The Devil's Deal A tall, powerfully built man stepped out from the adjacent room. A custom-made black suit hugged his well-proportioned frame flawlessly. He had a sharp, symmetrical jawline—the kind of face that looked almost too perfect to be real. However, it wasn't the man's striking looks that left Ezra speechless, but his eyes. A pair of dark, sharp, and icy eyes that felt capable of stripping away and reading Ezra’s deepest secrets in a single glance.

Liam. He was dressed in a pristine, charcoal-gray tailored suit, his golden-blond hair perfectly styled, his handsome face curved into a cruel smile. He looked like a prince who had accidentally wandered into hell. But I knew the truth. He was the devil himself. His eyes, a pale, icy blue, raked down my body. They took in the smeared makeup, the oversized, faded black t-shirt, the tiny velvet shorts and the platform boots.