Novel & Cerita Devil Lily

But even she could not control everything. In the underworld, Damon sat on his obsidian throne, listening to yet another report about the rabid demon’s surviving allies. His jaw tightened. His patience was thin. His ministers trembled when he spoke. Every demoness in the court watched him with hungry eyes. They adored him, feared him, worshipped him. Lily was the worst of them. She hovered near him constantly, her voice sweet, her smile poisonous. She was beautiful in a sharp, dangerous way, with silver hair and eyes that glowed faintly from her fallen angel heritage. Her father had been a fallen angel, a master of hypnosis. Only demons of high authority could resist his influence. Lily inhe

But what plan exactly? "You had that nightmare again?" Lily asked. She seemed to be more interested in me now, after finding out about my dark powers. I held the piece of jewelry that hung on my neck, and remembered how I was so close to killing her that night. Now she just seemed– normal. She continued after I only nodded to her question. "It's so weird that the devil is speaking to you." She smiled, like her statement was amusing. "It's not funny you know. It's rather torture, that I know him. I know these supreme deities, these demons. It's so bloody scary."

I groan as I stare at her vein throbbing. Lily's eyes widen in fear as she takes a cautious step back, her hands trembling at her sides. “Savage, please, you have to fight it,” she pleads, her voice laced with desperation. “Don’t give in to the darkness. I know you're stronger than this.” But the insatiable hunger gnaws at me, drowning out reason with its primal demands. The scent of Lily's blood fills my senses, tempting me beyond measure. My demon side stirs restlessly, reveling in the chaos of the moment.

Lily literally falls for every hot dude she meets either in good circumstances or bad ones. “He is the Bratva’s first son, Vincenzo Salvatore De Luca.” My jaw ticked and my fingers dug into my palms, almost drawing out blood at the mention of his name. “Oh my gosh! He is so hot!” “Let’s go, Lily. I need to speak to Dad.” I walked past the dreamy girl, who wished she could have Vincenzo towering over her while whispering sweet nothings into her ear. But she had no idea that the devil does none of that.

Blake Turner uttered in an utter grim voice, sounding like a true leader. "Greetings, Mr Turner," Lily lowered her head a bit before looking straight at the leader. "Do you know why you are here?" Blake asked, putting his hands on the table. "Maybe to torture me until I join The Devils or to enslave me," Lily replied boldly. "Oh, Miss Calypso, sorry, Mrs Lee...We aren't as bad as you think," Weylin spoke, clicking his tongue. "We aren't heartless like Oliver Davies." "Then can I know why I am here?" Lily asked in a gentle voice. "Instead of getting killed, I am being captured. It's already shocking enough."

The ichor coiled around her arm like a serpent again and lashed out, but at the last second, Lily's body gave off a glow as the ichor clashed against an ethereal force. Lily turned her attention back down at Chelsea, who stared back, mortified. "No more dirty tricks, Karmina." She growled as her gigantic clawed hand grabbed Chelsea by her throat and lifted her off the ground. Chelsea kicked her feet and dug her nails into her hand. Any scratch she created quickly healed over. "If he dies, I'll hunt you down myself and rip you apart until your magic can't put you back together." Lily snarled loudly before she threw Chelsea through the window. Chelsea screamed as she flew into the window and s

I swipe the lipstick across my mouth in one smooth stroke, meeting her eyes in the reflection of my compact mirror. "It’s like you’re.." "The devil?" I ask, snapping the mirror shut. "Maybe."

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

Swearing and calling us devils, just makes me smile. “We’re devils, so you should be aware, that devils never stop. Never quit, and don’t burn in the inferno we just walk through it, now speak.” My words taunt him and he nods, he looks like he might puke, or pass out, either isn’t good. “They are using Daisy.” “We know that already!” Calix’s anger grows and the knife swings removing another finger. Ryan screams again, trying to break free, it’s a useless attempt to escape, my restraints aren’t toys.

she growled as his men eased closer. Her words didn’t seem to faze him. “I’ve been called far worse and deserved it.” As his men drew closer, Lily snarled. She crouched low, preparing to shift. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be, Lily. I promise to be a gentleman. Rebel’s honor. I’ll even have one of my men retrieve that damn pig of yours,” he said. A dark grin crossed his lips. “But you really should be more discerning when making deals with the devil.”