Devil's Lock Hair 소설 & 이야기

Sebastian wishes he could climb up the podium, clear his head from all the unspeakable sins and say he wishes he could take them back, even though he doesn’t. He falls back to his car, scanning the arena for as much details as possible. The catches sight of a woman, her head is wrapped in a black, net-like, hair-tie. Unlike the others, she wears a black trouser and a top. Sebastian keeps his eyes on her, observing her blonde hair which is wrapped under the hair-tie but still visible. He pulls away from his car, keeping his eyes on her every step. She did not attend the ceremony in the church, not that he can recall from the tape. He scrutinizes her every move just until she stops at a distan

Or rather, he knew that it wouldn’t hurt him because of the presence of the old woman. “Ignore him,” the old woman gently comforted the Heavenly Nether Beast and rubbed its mane. Then she reached into her cloak and retrieved a strand of hair. Even the darkness of the night couldn’t obscure the brilliant golden color of the thick hair strand. The Heavenly Nether Lion looked at the hair strand in surprise, as though impressed by it. It took in the scent of the hair greedily when it felt the powerful bloodline the hair contained and then swallowed it whole. “Go,” the old woman ordered, and it roared loudly and flew into the sky. Its figure disappeared in no time.

she asked, noticing the look of frustration on her friend's face. "Hello Gil. I don't know what's happening, this blue lock keeps coming out in my hair and I don't understand why. I cut it and it grows back. Today it appeared down there!" Leia whispered, frustrated, leaning in close to Gil's ear. "Haha, really?" asked Gil, surprised. "Yes, yesterday I said I would shave it all off and today it appeared down there, I don't know what to do," replied Leia. "Don't worry, it looks very pretty. I'm sure other girls envy you. Humans do it on purpose and some even are born with a white lock," reassured Gil.

"You damn bastard! A creature like you should never have been born on earth!" I saw his devilish, grinning face before my eyes. She scooped up her spit-encrusted face casually, then looked back at me, her hand again pulling hard on my hair. I'm sure many strands of my hair are falling out of his fist. My scalp felt on fire, and the tugging made me wince. "You better stop blabbering Sarah-"

Then she kneaded the oil into my head and clustered it into a low ponytail, bringing a few strands of hair to rest on either side of my face. “Now there you have it, an attention seeking hair,” she murmured as she moved away from me. I smiled at her through the mirror and after looking at me for a moment, the witch huffed and looked away. I smiled more. She was not the first person who seemed pissed about the color and length of my hair. It was obviously the best part of the Demon Lord’s royal dynasty. The silver and lengthy hair ran in the blood of all demon dynasties, which is why the children of demon Lords had their share of wild hairs. However, I did not think mine came from the dynasty

“Can you play the last ten seconds again?” “Sure.” He winked at me. I focused on Ardian's grip on my hair, on his hands. “There!” I pointed at the screen, tracking as he hid something in his pocket. “What the fuck was that?” Cory hissed, bringing a close-up and replaying the moment of the movement. I swallowed. “It looks like…” “A lock of your hair,” he finished before twisting in his seat to look at me. “Why the hell would he take your hair?! That's sick! Did he want a souvenir or something?!”

This one on his forehead cuts clean through his eyebrow, before continuing a cruel path under his eye and ending somewhere near his cheekbone. This devil’s jawline is an angular shaped thing that belongs in a geometry textbook. So carved, so prequel in its form. What is his hair? A pattern of black, so sinister in its colour, tied in two braids and left resting somewhere near his neck against skin that’s the colour of sun-baked sand.

Someone was sniffing on my bed, or rather, on my hair. With further more concentration, I registered an arm laying over my stomach. Then I felt the tiniest movement from my right, as if some creature was nuzzling my neck. Slowly, cautiously, I opened my eyes and narrowed them at the arm that was still holding me. When the arm didn't move itself from my point of vision, I trailed my eyes up the arm and shifted slightly, coming face to face with a devil who was sniffing my hair in his sleep. My eyes narrowed further. This particular devil looked cute, at least he did in his sleep, with his long eyebrows fanning his cheeks and his lips pursed like a baby. But that did not mean he could sleep ne

the Devil looked back at his unconscious Angel whose eyes were closed now because of the effect of the medicine. The Devil took a handful of the red vermillion and put it on the mid-center of her hair partition. The devil heard loud gasps but didn't pay any attention to anyone. Neil heard a whistling sound and he smirked because he knew only Beast could dare to 'step in' in his moment. "Now, is it Okay?", Devil asked and priest didn't want to get kill by them so he nodded his head in agreement and took a relief breath when Devil's gaze returned away from him.

She clutched the single strand of his hair and made a heart-shaped and showed it to him. “You love to tangle my hair with knots?” Dev asked her while titling his head in a random direction to get the gist of what she made of his hair. “What’s that mean?” “Oh stupid me, I forget the fact that you are a beast who can do only magic,” She poked at her head with her palms. The word ‘beast’ provoked Dev’s ego to hit his brain, yet he listened to her curious explanation. “This is heart. This shape is called a heart.”