Devil Smile Novels & Stories

The actor playing the centipede monster was no longer moving. “Who are you?” Graham and the crew turned back around, staring at the green-haired man with frightened eyes. The man chuckled and flipped his palm over to reveal a jade-green dagger, a tool that looked like it came out of a game. Blood was still dripping from the blade. He spoke in a peculiar accent, “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Emerald Devil, placed number fourteen in the world’s assassin’s ranking.” After that, Emerald Devil directed an infatuated gaze to Snow, speaking in a tone laced with excitement and longing, “Who knew that the little bunny with a bounty of eighteen billion dollars on the dark web was so pretty

He stroked his shaved chin as he scrutinized her. He noticed she didn’t look as sick as she was earlier, and he was fascinated by how her white hair turned silvery as the morning light struck it. Also, by the way, her cherry-coloured lips curved into a smile. He found it titillating, since he couldn’t stop thinking about what he would do to her as soon as they got to Cherview. “I was trying to picture you in armour. It’s kind of absurd.” Said Janice, giggling. She wrinkled her nose and thrust her head further out of the window to let the cool air caress her face.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

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.

“How did you get in here? I’ll call the cops!” He tilted his head, that smirk widening to reveal sharp canines that glinted like knives. “Oh, sweet Annabel. You know exactly who I am. You summoned me. Quite vividly, I might add. Dared me to come down and… what was it? ‘Eat your pussy like I mean it’? ‘Bend you over and make you scream’?” I stared, then burst out laughing—drunken, disbelieving hysteria. “The Devil? With horns? You? You’re way too handsome to be the Devil. You look like some cosplay model from a bad porno. This is a hallucination. I’m wasted.”

It didn't end well for him as the story progressed. The Pink Devil- The Pink Devil is one of the main antagonist of this story. She is the evil version of Jennifer. She could possess Jennifer at anytime she feels like it and follows her wherever she goes. The Pink Devil is in her mirror, nightmares, when she has Sleep Paralysis, and does what Jennifer is afraid to do. She loves sex and BDSM; she only punishes men who treat women wrong. But it's revealed that The Pink Devil is a personification of Jennifer's father, who was abusive and tormented her. Anytime she thinks about her father, The Pink Devil appears.

"Here… you… are." "Who…" I gulped in panic. "Who… are you? Do I know you from somewhere?" My bones were shaking, turning numb. He smirked. Coldly before shrugging like it didn't matter. "Me? I'm Memphis. A devil." He tipped an imaginary hat. My face turned ashen. My eyes darted to the door to catch a glimpse of any figure but there was no one in sight. I felt like reading up in helplessness. How could no one have sensed him or even hear us speaking or me exclaiming and gasping.

The people who were dancing in the dance floor were not aware that there were two devils in their midst. One of the devil was dancing and flirting with a woman, he had black long hair reaching up to his shoulder which he parked neatly without a single strand of hair out of place. His eyes were golden, strong square jaw, perfect carved brows and thin pink lips. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He was Asmodeus, the third deadly sin of lust. The woman he was dancing with was drooling over his strong muscular body and he gave her a flirtratous smile while whispering dirty words into her ears and the woman blushed.

“I won't let you do that to me again!” I do not know how to read a devil's expression properly, so all I can explain when I see Reksa's face is that he suddenly fell silent and stared at me for a few seconds without moving a bit. I almost thought he was somehow frozen. However, a moment later he gave me a lopsided smile that made me worried. “Your life is so unpredictable, cursed girl,” the devil said, almost as if he was snoring. “Something that can be both profitable and detrimental.”

She yelled at the manager, standing there with both hands on her hips. Groaning, I facepalmed. This is another problem. Some of the sun loungers were damaged, along with the glass door we just walked through. "Shit..." I muttered. "I know." I jumped in place, hand on my chest. Not out of surprise, but out of fear of having an evil suddenly summoned behind me when I can't quite recall casting a spell. As far as I'm aware, the devil should wear black or red, never anticipated a pink shirt, a beach hat, and a pair of green and white Hawaiian shorts. His toes are showing. Is he that proud to show the world his toes?"