Devilish Hair Game Novels & Stories

Daria After I've drenched the blonde girl's hair in vodka, I take a step back to observe the damage I've done. She is fuming, glaring at me with those painstakingly beautiful eyes. Funny how her hair is blonde and angelic, yet she resembles something fallen, like a demon, more than she does an angel. Her eyelashes are glued together, not framing her eyes any longer, and her hair is sticking to her makeup-smeared cheeks. Black lines are running down the sides of her face, bringing life to the bitter blue in her irises.

Fiona sat down as Delilah tucked her hair in a bun. She would be lying if she said she wasn't afraid of Delilah going manic and yanking her hair off her scalp. Delilah seemed calmed and was gentle with her hair, she did a neat bun and even acessorized it with diamond hair clips.

Kiera lay flat on her stomach on the night-sky-themed bedsheet, a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of her nose as her eyes focused on the laptop screen before her. A string of strange code filled the screen. She paused and glanced at the old diary beside the laptop. She flipped to a new page and read the first line. ECHO, it won't just show what a person looks like; it reflects it. She paused, staring into nothing. Just then, a knock came at the door, followed by Victoria's gentle voice.

As both opened their eyes, Devina was shocked to see Chloe. "How I am looking, Devina?" Devina was unable to speak anything. Chloe being amused went in front of the mirror and shouted after seeing herself in the mirror “What the hell you have done to my hair, Devina? They are PINK.” "Relax. It is looking so….different and unique." Devina tried assuring Chloe "Really? I am looking like a Candy Floss. Did you test the spell before putting it on me?" "Maybe or maybe not…"

What made me quite surprised was his head and height. The devil in my imagination is an all-red or fiery figure with a shaved head and two small horns, and a huge and very tall man. However, this devil in front of me is not bald, but has long hair like genderuwo hair in usual. Even though he was still what I imagined, that is, he was blazing, but he was neither very tall nor very large. The devil's height and body size are roughly the same as basketball players. Reksa the devil tried to approach me one step, two steps; but that much I took a step back. There was a fear that I was holding on to and a feeling that I should not get anywhere near this one creature.

"Compare her height, her shoulder-to-hip ratio, and her exact stride length against every file we have on Aria. I don't care if the voice doesn't match. I want to know if the bones do." Marcus looked startled, but he bowed his head instantly. "Right away, boss." The elevator doors slid shut, and as the machine carried me up to my empty, haunted palace, I gripped the obsidian mask until my knuckles turned white. If you are playing a game with me behind that carbon fiber, little bird, I thought, a dark, possessive fire igniting in my chest, you better pray I don't catch you. Because the moment I rip that mask off and find your eyes behind it, I am never letting you go again.

What sick games was the Moon goddess playing? Fuck. Delilah. She won. Again. The anger that welled up in my chest was quenched. My body ached from climbing the rocks. I just wanted to nap and never wake up. That was the only way I would find peace But then, a pair of hands grabbed my hair roughly, hard enough to make me cry out in pain. Behind me were Delilah and my grandmother, a blend of undiluted rage, shock, and fear crawled on their pale faces.

In the year 2224, I won the lottery to participate in a romance otome game. As long as I maxed out the male lead’s affection meter, I would clear the game and walk away with a ten-million credit reward. But the moment I entered the game, the system malfunctioned and completely lost contact with me. Luckily, I had been briefed beforehand: the male lead I needed to romance would have white hair. Everyone else in the game would have black hair. So the day I spotted a boy in a school uniform with silver-white hair, my heart just about exploded. I had finally found my target.

she surprisingly let out. Suddenly, his vampiric speed made swift paces in circles at her. He knocked her off balance with her red hair, loosening from the way they were packed earlier. It fell down her shoulders, riding down to the ring floor settling on it as she gasped. Fang was quick in words. “Your hair... they look better that way.” Delilah’s behind were on the floor and she hissed loudly at the pain. That brought the attention of the Vampire citizens who immediately commenced whispering.

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