Devil Smile Mga Nobela at Kwento

He gives the guy a shove in retaliation. “Why do you have to be so annoying, Aleister?” He finally opens his mouth. Aleister, the platinum hair guy, giggles when he sees the little one getting irritated. “And why do you have to be so disagreeable and gloomy every time I see you, Cain?” Aleister jokes back. Cain can’t help chuckling as he looks at Aleister in amusement. “Oh, stop staring at me with those bloody eyes of yours. They’re creepy!” Aleister turns away, still in jest.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

’ Inner Devil 2: ‘He’s the fantasy starter pack: filthy mouth, perfect abs, loyal heart, and the kind of possessiveness that makes you feel safe and scandalous all at once. Inner Devil 1: ‘His mouth isn’t even that filthy. It’s… poetic.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Okay. Poetic filthy, then.’

It's up to that lunatic. Devil, maybe that looks good too. "Go ahead and you just bother me. Remember tomorrow you can't be late otherwise you really have to kiss me on the cheek." Regi smiled disparagingly. Then not long after he answered the person's words. "In your dream, Mr. Gerand Yosefa. Excuse me," said Regi, who immediately stepped out of the room without noticing anything else. Asked Regi realizing that Gerand was smiling mysteriously again. It seemed like he had found something nice to do. Next target.

Boss said while looking towards Adom. The Devil felt a smile pull at his lips. “You really are far too clever for your own good, Boss. You really know me and my plans.” Boss didn’t seem to know if he should be please to be right or not. “It is him, then,” he said thoughtfully. “What are you planning to do with him?” “Not with him . . . to him,” Adom said pleasantly even as the vampire’s normally bone pale skin begin to tinge a faint yellow color.

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

My body jabbed backward and I hit the mirror behind me but it did not break. Fvcking hell! It was Mr Pompous himself, in flesh, and blood. When did he start knocking on my door? He barges in whenever he wants. I covered my mouth and raised my eyes to see the calm look on his face. Gosh! My sight narrowed down to see he was back in his usual dress code; the Armani suit of the emotionless Dev-- I'll say it, Devil. Maybe a good prefix, the charming devil. Haha... I wanted to stop myself from grinning but I already did.

His eyes have a deep red color with a devil's symbol. He smiled at us. "Ril" He spoke and Ril flinched a little, His voice is deep and frightening. "I never imagined you with a woman" He spoke with a small chuckle. "We shouldn't enter each other's territory. Isn't that the rule passed by the demons itself?" Ril spoke. The demon started laughing. "I was simply curious to see what kind of woman stole the great vampire lord's heart and it was so amusing to see that smile on your face before, and it simply annoyed me so much that I wanted to wipe it away," He said with a small smile.

The devil marches in with vigor, a gun in his hand. At the sight of him, Aida and I struggle to nudge each other to our backs in a shielding endeavor, but we find ourselves standing beside each other, while the devil smirks at us, puffing a huge whiff of cigarette to our faces as he racks before us. "Sorry, my nephews. I was late for the emotional reunion. How did it go?" He sarcastically asks, faintly smirking. Wait. I think I know that monkey look. That smirk... What is he up to?