Devil Princess Mga Nobela at Kwento

It is the word that keeps it going. It is sure it had seen someone for a few seconds. A boy perhaps. It keeps its eyes on the window but no one comes to sight anymore. It walks past a house with its light slightly contributing to that of the moon, a brighter image of the figure is visible. It is human. A girl. Definitely in her late teens. Her eyes are red as flames. Amber. Her gaze is faint and fuzzy like she can only see what is exactly in front of her. Her dress is white, assuming the dirt and unknown substances are cleaned off it. ***

her screams with pain filled with room which satisfied don her tears got dried for crying again and again her bleeding lips due to many cuts he said "cut those fingers first of all pluck those eyeballs filled with lust" they did as he said she she shouting for every time those fingers got cutting down she screamed untill her throat got dried she started falling unconscious he said "pour boiling water" they did she screamed once again he said "finish her and throw her to my man eating fishes and crocodiles pond" they nodded their head these three people returned ◇FLASHBACK ENDS◇ present...... for the world he is a charming and chocolate boy but no one knows can guess this devilish side of him

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

She wore the type of long skirt common in the bygone era, and there was an emerald hairpin in her hair. Sebastian focused and turned to look questioningly at Nina. "That is a Devora," Nina said calmly. "A Devora?" Sebastian asked, frowning slightly. "That's right. A Devora is a monster that is much stronger than earth imps. It can change its appearance at will. This woman is just one of its thousand disguises!" Nina said. Rowan finally looked up and reported to Sebastian. "It's called a monster king in our country, and its appearance will bring great disaster to the living beings around it. However, those who see it will also receive eternal life!"

As she walked in, she kept her gaze low, almost afraid to look up. The Devil King motioned for her to come closer. “This is going to be your new personal maid,” he said. “Her name is Lily.” The girl didn’t say anything, but she just smiled at me, a warm smile. As she drew closer, I got a better look at her face. Her features were delicate and almost doll-like, with high cheekbones and a small nose. Her eyes were wide and doe-like, with long lashes that brushed against her cheeks. I could see a hint of pink on her lips, which were plump and inviting.

I have this urge to wipe the smile off her face but since I can't slap it off, I choose the next best thing. "Hello, I'm Catalina Ferrero," I say and then pause before adding, "Widely known as La Diabla" that wipes the smiles off their faces alright. And fuck do I love the fear that's taken over. There's not a single person in this country who hasn't heard of me. My reputation precedes me and it would do them well to know their place. Beside me, Kahlo squeezes my hand. Forcing me to do some damage control even though I want to scare them some more. I'll take feared over loved any day of the week. Sighing, I step back murmuring "See? Everyone hears La Diabla and jumps to conclusions" There's

That's when I noticed a little girl, maybe six years old, bounding toward me with the biggest, brightest smile I'd seen all day. "Excuse me, miss," she chirped, almost bouncing on her tiny feet. "You're so beautiful! When I grow up, I wanna be a princess just like you! And wear pretty dresses and look all fancy!" Her eyes sparkled with excitement. Too much excitement. It grated on my nerves. I stared down at her, and for a split second, I saw myself; once upon a time, dreaming stupid dreams about tiaras and glass slippers. How pathetic. I leaned down, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Oh, sweetheart," I said, my voice sugar-coated but sharp underneath. "You're being delusional. Life

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.

“You cocky wench! Who the hell do you think you are?!” I leaned in slightly, eyes narrowed. “I’m Kierra,” I said softly. “The girl you exploited. The one you underestimated.” Her nostrils flared. Her veins bulged. And I felt nothing but satisfaction. “All those lives you destroyed. The children you silenced. The women you tortured,” I continued, voice sharper now. “And for what? A goddamn Hermes bag? A seat at a table of monsters? You're pathetic, Susan.” She laughed. A low, hoarse, blood-chilling laugh.

He didn’t need to speak for me to hear his thoughts: How far will she go before she forgets herself? They called me many things now. Some whispered “queen.” Others muttered “witch.” But the name that stuck, the one that spread like wildfire through the underworld, was the one I never asked for, the one I never denied. The Devil’s Handmaiden. From been sold as a Handmaiden into the blackwood mansion, to rising as the queen, the one who stole the heart of the Devil “Dominique”. I hadn’t chosen it. But it was mine. And I would carry it well with so much pride abd dignity.