Devil's Lock Hair Novels & Stories

I jerked her head back to clash her eyes with mine. “You mess with the bull, you get the horns. If you mess with the Devil, you get burned. Do you understand?” I asserted menacingly. Tears flooded her eyes as she whispered, “Y-Yes” “Yes what?” I tugged her bunched up hair and glowered. “Y-Yes S-Sir” her melodic voice cracked. Satisfied with her response, I released her.

My lip curls up into a small smile as I watch them leave. After a minute I rushed to the door and pulled out my hairpin. I pulled apart the bobby pin so that it is long. I stuck the flat end of the pin into the top of the lock and bent it until it flush against the door knob. I jiggled it and did my magic, after a while I heard a click and I smiled in satisfaction. Tucking the pin in my back pocket jeans I pushed the door open. It was dark and reeked of body fluids. Small sets of stairs led you into the dark, the wind blew onto my face, sending unwanted chills throughout my body.

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.

"You-You need to run! That's a Devil , Nat- the Devil." She finally seemed to realize that there was someone close behind her and she whirled around to face him again. He knew the picture he made standing there over her. Demon eyes glowing through the smoke and twisted black metal armor covering much of his body. His crowned helmet sported horns that curled up and back making him appear taller and infinitely more terrifying. He didn't really need armor, but he wore it anyway for occasions such as this. He enjoyed the way her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow past her own fear. She held up her trembling blade against him and his head tilted as he smiled down at her.

His shoulders flexing while using knife! "It's rude to stare at someone Blue", he teased. "Wh..at?.. I'm not staring at your muscles", after finishing the sentence I gasped myself. "So you are admitting that you staring at my body",he turned completely towards me. His...Abs...one,two,three,four,five,six,seven,eight..Eight packs!! Infront of me is standing a Greek god!! He is devilishly handsome with his morning look. His messy hair...oh god!! I want to pull it in between my hands!!!

even though my voice was mere a whisper, it was clear that he heard it, as his vicious laugh echoed through the walls which implied that it was just a beginning. "Don't you know what you did? Well, I will not waste my time asking you for reasons. You have a very long hair! And I know you love it! Right?" he caressed my long hair smoothly and I know what he wanted to do. No! He can't do it! He knew that it means a lot to me. "P-please! N-Ahh" I yelped in pain as he grabbed me by my hair making my scalp to burn. Closing my eyes tightly due to the impact of his strong grip I begged him to spare me. My hands and legs felt numb, I don't know how many hours I have been tied up like this! I wiggled

Moreover her hair was tough black and hands were fully tattooed with strange pictures. Other than this her eyes was no more doe-eyed like an innocent one but it was a beady black, shiny, impenetrable obsidian eyes. The most terrifying feature of her was the tattoed figure of a boy face in her neck. That tattoed face had some similarity with our cute little Abigal's face. "Abarat! Abarat! Abarat. Come here", she roared more loudly like a exquisitely horrid witch. While roaring the tattoed face on her neck was exposing and one can clearly say it was Abigal's face.

he slid his hand down her moving lips as she pleaded to him. Ignoring her pleas and struggle, he started wrapping his hand around her braid," You know there are three things the devil is known for," he stated casually. She listened to him cluelessly with tears running down her eyes. He tugged harshly at her braid, forcing her head to tilt up as she whimpered in pain. "It's Death, Chaos, and Possessiveness," his answer felt like a sheath of ice crusting over her skin. "And you know what happens when a devil gets possessive?" he shot another question nonchalantly.

*Harley's POV I can't imagine living without you — bloody liar! The music blares through the speakers as The Devils sing their latest single. Rock' n roll is what they are generally known for, although tonight they have peeled off a layer or two with some pop. They are a group of four guys with their signature long hair and tattoos. The lead vocalist is a handsome man with a nice trimmed beard and an enchanting voice. The bar is packed with people, more entering by each minute.

Her legs shook as a low whine found it's way across her lips Her mind was stormed with images of the devil that had stalked her throughout the day. His unnatural hair colour and eyes, she didn't think she had seen anyone with those bone chilling red eyes before. The way his pale skin glowed when the sun hit him at just the right angle, his lean yet muscular body that were hidden so well beneath the baggy grey hoodie he wore And those slender fingers of his, so delicate yet firm. She could just imagine how does fingers would feel working her up