Devil Real Face Novels & Stories

Through a narrow gap in the center of the double doors, I peep into the chapel and my stomach turns instantly. Pierre Moretti is standing at the altar and this close, in the harsh daylight, he looks even more cruel and devious than I remembered... He’s an older man with thin, slicked-back hair, a pockmarked face, and dark, dead eyes that make him look infinitely more disgusting and wicked than my stepfather could ever hope to be...

Devil was bleeding from his nose and mouth and he knew that the usual yellow of his eyes had sunk into a crimson red. His voice was unusually sibilent as his demonic magic threatened to overtake him. “You have no idea what I’m going to do, my love,you don't know the real me, if I can break your bond with your soulmate I can do anything, I want you to be mine and always mine and no one going to take you away from me not even dead” he said before he released the angel and moved away, opening a magic circle. "Dean" Win saw a big man with red eyes come from shadow.

" what the hell?" " I really thought this time I'll die for sure" Celea exhaled annoyed " Oh great not only did I not die but now I'm stuck with your ugly face" said Celea after seeing the devil was also there with her " Who are you calling ugly? you have the same face as me! you are letaraly the female version of me!" " But your feminine features are very beautiful, you would be beautiful if you were a woman, wich you are not, your just an ugly devil"

“Hi Mr. Baphomet, Mr. Demogorgon, my name is Tequila and Angel will be right back with the cigarettes. So, are there any drinks that either of you would like to start off with this evening?” “I don’t know about Levi, but I’ll enjoy a sweet Tequila right now.” He leads her over to the coach as he pulls her into his lap as he sits down. “So, Levi I’ll be having Tequila tonight and that means you can have fun with Angel.” I walked over to the fridge to grab a cold Strongbow beer to start the night off with as I wait for some girl named Angel to come back with my smokes. When I sit down, I noticed Legion giving a smart-ass grin as if he knows something that I don’t. I sat there for what it seems

Even after he plopped onto the bed and sat upright with his back getting support from the low headboard. “Are you going to be this way, Mr. Valanate? Are you going to be the devil that you are in front of me?” Like a jack in a box would, his head which was tilted down suddenly snapped in my direction and the dead look in his eyes reminded me of the version of Alessandro I was starting to wish I didn’t find out about. “Of course…” The back of his head kissed the wall and from that angle, he watched me without fail. His Adam’s apple came into focus and added to the sexiness of his pose. “I am a devil.”

The man smirked as he pulled a chair and sat opposite me. Shit, he looks like the devil himself. He has a long scar across his face, giving him that dangerous look. “I am Alex Wilston,” he spoke, his voice holding authority and it was cold. His dirty blond hair was tossed. His eyes were black, almost like a demon was hiding behind those eyes. This man was truly evil. Something tells me he wasn't afraid to die because he didn't care who he had taken.

I ask as I back away from him. In less than a second he's already in front of me and I immediately know he's a nonhuman. Question is which side is he? He smiles at me but it doesn't reach his eyes. "I'm the devil, nice to meet you." He says before quickly grabbing my head and sinking his teeth into my neck. My eyes open almost immediately. I place my hand against my chest to calm my pounding heart. It was just a dream, thank God it was just a dream.

my real self lost. ceri:- why don't you face destiny instead of running away velliam:- I realized something two me exist in me. first one weak me who is tried from world and other one is energetic who want to conqueror the world. now if have to choose between one of them. then my answer is 2 one. I will travel through hell to conqueror in order to find my self again. I am coming devil. sorry ceri I think I want to risk my life and experience thrill that why I will do want to my want. that may cause risk my life but can't help it

A voice I haven't heard in a long time said "Ah...your ugly face is still the same as before. Don't you know that plastic surgery is very advanced now?" I replied in a cheerful tone. One corner of his mouth twitched downwards. A long scar ran down Carleon's face from the tip of his left eye brow to his jaw. He looked like the Russian Chucky doll ... That scar was the best work I had done during my time as Volder. So I'm not surprised that He really, really hates me .

carved into it. On my first day in prison, the other inmates heard that "I" had killed a child in a hit-and-run and fled the scene. So, they pinned me to the ground and branded that mark of shame onto my face. From that day on, beatings became part of my daily life. Riley froze for a moment. A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes before it disappeared. Just then, Leo Ferdinand leaned out from the passenger seat. His face had been altered, and he no longer looked quite like he used to. Then again, with Riley being one of the most renowned plastic surgeons in the country, changing someone's face was effortless for her.