Devil Real Face Novels & Stories

his eyes were as sharp as the tip of a keen knife. The sound of the club scraping against the floor hurt my ears. His aura was so frighteningly deuced that I even deemed him to be the scariest man I’ve ever seen in my nightmare. But honestly though, ghosts and poltergeists were scarier. I didn’t like them, especially Valak. He must be Valak’s son. On the bright side, he’s the coolest devil I’ve seen so far. He’s taller than me and as I recalled, he’s the foreigner who slipped badly because of my ID. That's his karma and he have to deal with it!

“That woman would never let you out of her sight if she didn’t see you worthy of some kind. Now, tell me what is it about you?” “To answer your first question, No I don’t have a fucking idea about those numbers. And secondly, aren’t you also intrigued about me?” There was a brief moment of silence before he laughed returning to his seat. He was the best portrayal of a commercialized devil; handsome yet dubious. His face was clean-shaven showing more of his chiseled jawline and perfect smile. There was no hint of cruelty on his looks, I could even describe him as angelic and fragile.

When I look up at him, his eyes engulf me. My gaze wanders to the perfectly sculpted jaw and the perfectly shaped nose that sat in between. Then there were his plump lips, which defined his face. "We should clean that up,"I snap out of my reverie when I hear his baritone voice in my ears. I suddenly realize I've been staring at him for a few seconds. My face flushes immediately, and I want to run away.

*wink*' I let out a low laugh, 'And he's back!' Blackmailer- '*wink* did you fall from heaven?' I rolled my eyes. 'That's an old one.' Blackmailer- 'Because your face is all messed up. *teary laughs* Me-'*unamused faces* actually it is messed up because I crawled back from hell.' Blackmailer- 'I don't ever doubt that. *wink*' Me- 'I was actually sent here to pick up their leader, you.'

He was joined by the physician from the main palace. As soon as they removed the last needles from her elbow, she opened her eyes slowly. Lydia weeped for joy as she gave her water to drink. Heavy footsteps were heard in the corridor. The door was pushed open at once and she saw, the Devil.

I stare up at the face that gives me nightmares and that’s enough to leave me paralyzed in this seat. It’s his most lethal weapon–his face. It has a calm and soft look to it that makes people let their guard down around him. But I know better. I have met the real person behind those deceitful eyes and he is the worst of all evil.

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

And I will never accept that. In a quick move, he aggressively pulled the cloth which was covering my eyes. My vision has not yet adjusted to the light when he grabbed my face. But he immediately let go of me and cursed violently as if he saw something. "No fucking way." I could hear his heavy breathing. When my vision had completely adjusted, I finally saw the devil in disguise. Greval Vresso was topless. He was only wearing a denim jeans which was hanging dangerously around his hips. I could see his chest waving violently.

Real smooth. He is what people call sexy these days but I've known him enough to certify him as the devil reincarnated rather than sexy. He was super drunk as usual so I got down to business. I bent down on the floor to clean up the mess slowly and carefully, making sure that I didn't wake him up. I was almost done and just when I was about to leave, I heard the sound of him clearing his throat which sent a shiver down my spine. Holy shit! Do I look up? What do I do? This doesn't happen.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.