Devil Real Face Novels & Stories

Then without warning he immediately threw a punch which this time hit the face of the person who had been looking at him lightly. Regi has his own tactics for this. A deadly trick. What remained now was Gerand holding the face. But not long after that he laughed softly. "Hahaha, this is the first time someone managed to hit my face. Okay, I really can't underestimate you then Miss Regianis, do as I say or your life will be destroyed this very second. " "You crazy, I will never follow what you say. Even in a dream," said Regi with a sharp glare.

“Yes without you.” He looked gutted. “Did you not say you would wait for me to get back before you seal the deal with that Aldridge babe.” he said. “Well about that, it is not Petra.” “Hmmm… so who is the unlucky girl bonded to you?" He asked. I stood up and walked around the desk. "Her name is Reva. She is beautiful. Tall with smooth dark skin. She has big brown eyes that look straight at you when she speaks.” “Her hair is long and she likes to wear it down. She has full lips and a body with curves that catch attention. She moves with confidence even when she should be scared."

A fire crackles in the fireplace even though it is not cold outside, and the flames cast dancing shadows across Vladimir's face, making him look even more like the villain in a story than he already is. He is not a handsome man. That is the first thing you notice about Vladimir Drakon. He is very ugly, with soft hands that have never done a day of honest work and hard eyes that have seen things that cannot be unseen. His face is round and pale, his lips are thin, and his smile never reaches his eyes. His eyes are always cold, always calculating, always looking for the angle, the weakness, the opportunity.

Is he after someone? "Cole Falaguerra..." I whispered to myself. Looking at his picture, I can't help but remember someone who looks just like him. I don't know where I saw that person, though. All I know is that he's not the real 'Vanisher'. He's an impostor. “You know,” I muttered to myself, skimming through the pages like I’m really having a conversation with a different person. “for a guy who claims to be a notorious serial killer, your record’s pretty tame.”

Internally, I grimace at the realisation that it is weirdly more gratifying to listen to, rather than the sound of me smacking my wife's ass as I take her from behind. He groans, spitting out blood, "Is that all you got, your wife has a better hand than you do." He mutters incoherently. I run my fingers through his hair which is drenched in sweat, yanking his head back, and I force him to meet my gaze, "You know, Castello Esposito. The wildest gimmick the Devil likes to play isn't him making you accept that he doesn't exist. It's him making you believe that you are on friendly terms. Acquainted." I growl, lowering my head, and getting right in his face. "So that when you finally did meet me

But now, I didn't have the strength to keep it in. "You saw my real face?" I looked him in the eyes. I didn't care if he got angry or hit me. I had to ask him, "And what is my real face like?" He smirked. He truly looked like the devil, just as they described him. His face, his eyes, they terrified me. But I still stared into his eyes, refusing to look away. I felt his breath on my lips, and I wanted to step back, but he didn't allow me. I clung to him tightly.

He chuckles grimly, his lips stretching diabolically to release a dark grin as he leers in, “You? Do you dare dream of getting rid of me after the vow that binds us? I flush with embarrassment and he rescinds to relish in my pensive state. Shoving his elbow into the top of Mortiz’s seat and fisting his hand against his jaw, he assumes a tilt of his head and cunningly smiles at me. It’s not particularly a beautiful expression a Vampire should make. But…I gulp with turmoil. It’s a whole world different when it’s an undisputed beauty like this doing the staring. It should make anyone wring with dread as those fiery eyes are predatory and nightmarish. Devon’s eyes are very beautifully brimmed wi

All of them were very handsome and ruthless, nonetheless. In fact they were the real definition of the devil occupied in three bodies itself. My gaze locked onto Adriel, and I rejoiced at the sight of him shaking with rage. His face was turned from red to pale, evidence of the fear brewing inside him. I couldn't help but grin, enjoying the sweet taste of his distress.

I asked in confusion until the realization hit me. This bastard! "I wasn't talking about that?" I said and he frowned. "Then what?" He asked. "Don't act dumb with me, you know exactly what I'm saying," I said, and all of a sudden he passed me a serious look. His aura changed in a fraction of a second. I just blinked. I wasn't wrong back then when I said he has personality disorders. He is all normal then he goes all serious in a fraction of a second. But he doesn't scare me, No, maybe, he does.

Face? His name is Luan and he is a crazy lunatic. He has sharp yet thick masculine features with a vertical scar on his right jaw. He looks like a devil, a mentally ill person who smiles while ripping his prey apart. His eyes glow when he sees blood and they shine in absolute craziness when he sees her. Even the thought of him liking her scares her to oblivion. The thought of him always watching her. He will chase you with a smile so evil you might wish to fall down a cliff rather than die with his hands. And the day he stops smiling will be the day humanity will beg for mercy.