Devilish Hair Game Novels & Stories

Despite the throbbing in my head, my senses zinged remembering the action yesterday, I felt different from contact with Blaze DeVille. Talk about magnetism. Some said he had the personality of an ice cube, but all I sensed was pure masculine power, domineering man, evil but he could be fun. Even through his formal clothing, I have seen the outline of sculpted muscles in his arms and chest. His dark, thick hair dripped sexual prowess and the silence made him mysterious but with her he is a fun person, they could talk about something small yet it turned into a very interesting conversation.

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.

*Third POV* “Who even wants to be some protagonist Koishi. When you can just play it all behind the scene. The part which isn't really the part of the game itself” On the other side, the girl with the long cashew nut hair curving her eyes. The beautiful yellow dress with long sleeves. Walks sit on the chair with the different types of desert in front of her upon the table. In front of her, the guy with the long black hair was tied into a high ponytail. The locks of his hair covered one side of his face, while the other was hidden by the shadow.

She even asked Alissa to braid her hair exactly like Elsa but Alissa just did a Dutch braid, each layer was spread out to make her braid look big. Rather than Elsa, she ended up looking like Daenerys Targaryen from Games of Thrones with her long blonde hair or more like Lagertha in Vikings. She giggle to herself. Telling Hope about that didn’t matter because she wouldn’t understand any of that character. The bottom line now is that, Hope’s thick long hair that curls at the end was super gorgeous.

My scalp hurt. "Dammit!! Leave me, You reincarnation of Satan!" Pissed, and tired, I yelled. In the heat of the moment, I grabbed her hair too. 'Wow, twenty-one-year-old Daniel Price is pulling a girl's hair to get rid of her! Kodak moment of the day!' "You asshole, leave my hair. I swear I'll murder you and dump your body in this ocean!"

The clubhouse was booming with some good Rock ‘n’ Roll music. His statue was slim, with numerous tattoos on his arms, chest, and back. He had tinted green hair that stood upright at exactly the middle of his hair. His lower eyes were lined darkly with 'Kajal'. He looked extremely tough as his jawline was set straight. A stripper passed by him and he unabashedly spanked her ass. She gave him the middle finger and went about her duties.

she began saying the rules. I stepped back “My hair?” my eyes widened “Why my hair?” I asked again. “Your hair is not part of your power does it?” one of the warriors asked. “No! It’s part of my growth," I said, touching my hair to make sure that it was still intact. "At night, you would join us in playing a card game with us, your absent would be counted as disobedient to our ritual and the deadliest weapon shall be pierced to your skin twice,"

"Ava, your player profile—" Before he could finish, a transparent panel popped up in front of me. 【Player: Ava Stone】 【Level: Novice】 【Special Status: Sensory Deficiencies (Face Blindness, No Sense of Smell)】 【Current Anxiety Level: 5】 When Chloe saw my profile, a cruel glint flashed in her eyes. "Oh, dear. Sensory deficiencies? In a horror game, that’s fatal. You should just give up. Might as well die now and get it over with."

Okay that was it. Philip decided to spoil the family meeting, "Well, Your Highness. Before you come to my home to threaten my friends, let me inform you of my latest belonging. It's a mastermind killing machine, straight from Scotland. Your cousins will not be a problem for her even when she's drunk." "And I suppose this is the red haired devil Lord Edward mentioned," the Prince smiled the question. "Well speak of the devil," a feminine voice declared from the doorway. Although it came from behind him, Stephen knew too well who to expect.

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.”