Devilish Hair Game Novels & Stories

The tension in the air was palpable, as if the very essence of the Devildom held its breath, anticipating the outcome. Without hesitation, Feziam made the first move, launching himself towards Azazel with a burst of infernal energy. The ground trembled beneath their feet as their powers clashed, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. Azazel swiftly evaded Feziam's initial onslaught, using his agility to his advantage.

He was a hard worker and was frequently recognized for his willingness to assist others with virtually any work-related task. Devon didn't know Isaac well, but they had chatted and joked around over various topics for years whenever they did happen to run into one another. One common topic of discussion between them had frequently been the style of Isaac's long, kinky hair, which he changed almost weekly. Devon and Isaac had shared many discussions about whether natural locks that formed from the long strands of his kinky hair should be braided into dreadlocks.

The first thing that flashed through Alice’s mind was ‘handsome’ when she saw Devon standing at the door. His enchanting eyes held captive. It was a deep blue color. The height difference between them was significant, with him towering over her. He had curly dark hair that wasn’t long or short, putting it simply. He was stunning. He walked into the room and closed the door. “How are you?” He asked with a smile on his face that warmed Alice’s heart. Devon moved closer, and Alice reacted instinctively. She moved back.

It’s real. Slowly, Dominique Gray turns his head toward my direction, like he can sense my presence already with the way I kept glaring at him from where I’m standing, and for a long second, our eyes lock, both of us staring at each other. And for the first time, since I knew this man existed, I could simply read the look on his face and the fiery look in his eyes. He’s started a game, a very dangerous game, and he has no intention of losing.

She got shocked and asked with excitement, "You! why are you looking like me? What's the relationship of you with me? How you enter into this bathroom?" The other one had the same big jewel like bluish eyes with dark eyelashes with full of sleep as same as her. She had the same height, weight and fair skin complexion like her. Her hair was cut short and styled into a faux hawk. It's dyed cotton candy blue at the tips just like her. Other than this the girl had the same pyjamas and footwares as her. "l' am you", said the other one with a laugh. "Me!!!", asked Heaven with astonishment by widening her eyes.

Now I am just a shadow. Something grabs a lock of my hair and pulls up sharply. Getting mad, I exclaim, "Stop right now! I am sick of this game. You have already killed me, so let's get this over with." Hearing the "Hisssssss" I know that I was right all along. I wait for her to finish me off and when she doesn't, I get pissed. More pissed than I have ever been in my whole life. All I feel is a drip of something on my head and then nothing.

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.”

He turn to the computer and chuckled dryly as he sent the contract to the printer. " Blaine.. You my friend, are an idiot genius " ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Brielle sighed as she continued to comb through Delilah's curly messy hair. She had just given her a bath and washed her hair with their favorite lavender shampoo, conditioner and body wash set. Delilah's hair wasn't far off from Brielle's but it took her a lot of patience to accomplish a simple ponytail or bun. After running some coconut and hibiscus curl cream through Delilah's hair, she parted her hair and made two french braids.

There was a half-full bottle of Jack Daniel's. "What are our plans for tomorrow morning?" Xander only raised his head when he heard the sound of cutlery clinking together. He thought he would see the most beautiful sight of his secretary's sexy body. At least, a silk nightgown with spaghetti straps or sexy lingerie. But what he found were plain bright yellow pajamas with trousers and a short-sleeved blouse. Angel rolled her brown hair carelessly with an old hair clip. And her face was very natural without a touch of makeup at all. Overall, Angel looked cute. Xander seemed like a pedophile predator who wanted to prey on an underage girl.

I cannot let Devon find me again. “I want to change my hair color. Dye it black.” I said to the hair style who stood up to greet me. I pulled down my hoodie. She tilted her head, examining my hair. “But why? The red is so beautiful. I can make another hairstyle for you thatll suit you even better—” “No!” I interrupted, but my voice was steady. I sat down at one of the chairs, “Dye my hair black.” i stared at my reflection, my red log on my hair. I'm sorry but goodbye as I cannot let Devon catch me again.