Devil Real Face Novels & Stories

Then he settled one hand on the table while the other was in his pocket. "Sorry, who are you?" I asked, and he continued to bore me. "What is it that you can make go away?" "Tesoro, everything—the pain, the rage. You can be free of it all. I am that good." This individual exudes death, danger, and everything else associated with the sentiment "Don’t fuck with me." His eyes are opaque, which makes it difficult to decipher the expression on his face. He had a strong jawline, something that wasn’t difficult to notice. His characteristics were exceptionally dominant. It’s as if he doesn’t have a heart or a soul. Everything about him screams "Devil, evil, Diablo." He is the embodiment of all thre

They start arguing in the middle of the conflict. Each of them averted their eyes and forgot the real enemy. “Ohh… then who? The victims themselves?” “No.. I mean, look at them!” “Then, if so, get out of here!” “I won’t leave this place!” The victim who had been pounced on by the Devil had completely entered his stomach. While Jane and Abelard were arguing with each other with their respective body language. The demon was in a somewhat chaotic shape like half human, half raw meat with a mouth in its stomach and other randomly located body parts and there were thorns all around its body.

“Let’s make a deal.” He whispers into my ear. ” Deal? What kind of deal?” I asked while my feet won’t stop trembling. One thing that I knew for sure is that he isn’t some normal human. But what is he exactly? “Nothing serious just a simple deal. You give your body when the right time comes.” His completely pitch-black eyes are terrifying me as he speaks. Give my body? What does he mean by that? So, I exactly asked that.

Shivay stood rooted to his place, not knowing what to do, he shouted at the other end but the call was already, disconnected Anger rushed inside his system, his body felt as if burning under the volcano, he screamed at top of his voice, his men’s shivered to see the devil all miserable yet the voice had the capacity to send a shiver down everyone spine He marched towards Mark, and held his jaw with a force, mark felt as if it came out of his face “Tell me who the hell is he” he shouted making him scared for his life, the man in front of him looked like Devil in all forms, it felt as if whoever comes in front of him, would die seeing mire his eyes, which was like a volcano Mark struggled to b

No response and then I thought of calling him from his real self as I shouted loudly, "Devil, please show yourself." And BOOM Here he stood in front of me not as Oliver but in his real true self, He had turned black, his eyes were red, his body was huge now his two tongues hanging out from his mouth, and a thin stream of vomit seemed to appear in my throat at the disgusted and fearful view. I couldn't help but start inhaling deeply as the fear of him started clouding my heart again. He took predatory steps toward me and I stumbled backward, stammering from fear, “Don’t… Don’t… get close to me,”

I whispered to myself as I waited impatiently for his call, asking me for directions or asking me to come out but I got no call. Then he finally walked in, an hour later, and the moment I set my eyes on him, I nearly forgot how to breathe. Six-foot-three, wide sculpted shoulders in a fitted black coat. A black shirt unbuttoned just low enough to reveal the ink running down his bronze skin, his jaw was sharp, his nose straight, his cheekbones high and cruelly perfect. Midnight black hair, just long enough to fall into his piercing, cold grey eyes, the kind of eyes that stripped souls, not just clothes.

He smirked, "You rubbed off on me thousands of years ago, Your Grace." "Brat," Xerxes muttered, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Ancient of days." Xerxes’s jaw dropped. "Coming from an almost four-thousand-year-old? That is just wrong, and you know it." A genuine smile finally graced Daemon's lips. "The scar on your face. Did you get it that night of the Eclipse Moon?" Xerxes asked, changing the subject. "Nope. Your beast did that," Daemon said in a casual, light tone. "Turns out it is true what they say; a feral knows no friend from foe, and a feral fights to kill."

I drop onto the bed. I gasp for breath, clutching my neck, knowing I'll have bruises in the shape of his giant hand. He stares down at me, and I stare back, mute. The rage on his face, it's a terrifying thing. Like the beast has been let out of the cage. No. It's chewed through the bars in its rage and is on a rampage now. A murderous rampage. Then, just as quickly as it came, it's gone. His expression changes, and for a moment, I swear it's like it wasn't him just then. Because that man I just saw, I'd never have made a deal with him.

"I'm so ashamed of myself right now" "Tell me what happened don't keep me in suspense" He raised my face with his fingers to look at him. "Well, the interview was nice except I exchanged a few words with the CEO but on my part, I didn't know he was the CEO he was just annoying and we almost kissed". He looked at me in disbelief "Tell me you're joking please" "Unfortunately I'm not, I'm so embarrassed" "Chill out, you mean to tell me that you and the CEO almost locked lips!?" He screamed

But my expression shifted instantly into a cold, dangerous glare. “I am still the daughter of Vladimir Devali — and who are you?” I asked, stepping closer. “Just another elite guard, nothing more.” Before she could answer, I kicked her square in the jaw. She stumbled backward and fell onto the sofa, clutching her now‑crooked nose. “Speak to me with disrespect one more time, and I will feed you to the sharks.” I pulled a dagger from behind my back and drove it hard into the cushion right beside her thigh. She screamed as the blade sank deep into the fabric. None of the other guards dared move — they were clearly terrified.