Romans & histoires Devilish Heart

The smirk on his lips vanished, and corners of those lips quirked up to form a devilish grin. Danger! Danger! The grin on his lips was making my cheeks to burn even more. But before I could take a step back to assess my situation, he holds my hand. I struggled, trying to remove his tight grasp. "no." He shook his head, that devilish grin still plastered on his face, his eyes still sparkling with mischief. I tried harder to release his vice-like grip, but it was no use. His fingers were like dental clamps, wrapped around my hands so securely one would require pliers to release them.

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

They know that Heloise Oliver is really good to them, but being good is really good, and being strict is also really strict. Heloise Oliver didn't care about this, but came up and said, 'Trisha, I entrust you with something.' Hearing this, Trisha suddenly became interested. 'What is it?' Heloise Oliver handed her the mobile phone and sink a track: 'find this to transform the heart.' Trisha just looked at it and got the impression, then looked at Heloise Oliver in surprise. 'Heloise Oliver, this demon heart, actually exists?' The so-called devil's heart is the pinnacle of today's high technology. It is said that this devil's heart is like a master key, and people who install it can have adven

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

“HUMANS EAT ANIMALS, DEVILS EAT HUMAN. ISN’T IT WHAT YOU CALL FOOD CHAIN, HUMAN BRAT!” “IN ADDITION, OUR EXISTANCE, THE DEVILS WERE BECAUSE OF THE DESIRE AND THE DARKNESS INSIDE THE HUMAN HEART. EVEN REVENGE AND NEGATIVE ENERGI THAT MAKE US EXIST!” Abelard’s heart stops beating for a few seconds. It feels like an iron pin had stabbed him through the hole which made his chest hurt. The fragments of the devil’s words swirls in Abelard’s mind. 'No, it’s not true!’

he said finally, his voice low, a whisper that sent shivers down her spine, “you will learn that ownership is absolute. And the sooner you accept it… the less painful it will be.” Her hands balled into fists. Anger and fear warred within her. “this place is worse than hell” she whispered, though even she could hear the uncertainty in her own voice. He stepped back, watching her, his expression unreadable, perfectly composed. “Hell?” he said softly. “that was just a reminder that you were owned by a devil, don't let me show you how I punish those who try to defy me. That is all. In time, Yesha Elaine, you will understand that obedience is safe… and that resistance is nothing but illusion.”

The Bastard Devil was on the brink of transformation. It once been a Bloody Eye, that at the time passed, becoming a young man who looks like a snow in white. He was also cold, vicius-looking, yet every woman who lead their eyes at him would fall for sure. His good looks seemed his threatening aura to be his charm, every woman who admire good-looking young man sure to never resist the temptation. And that's would be their bloody end. This young man that was a Devil never love, he has a deep hatred to living people of this world. So how could he love someone raised in this place? He wouldn't do such a thing so he only killed his way to his revenge.

Killian Schmidt, she whispered in her heart, a name that dripped with darkness and despair. Flashes of the past flooded her mind as she recalled the first time she had laid eyes on him. The memory of his pale eyes sent shivers down her spine, revealing a darkness that seemed to penetrate straight into the depths of his soul. In that instant, he bore the resemblance of a true spawn of the devil, his mere presence exuding an aura of malevolence. It was as if he took pleasure in the suffering of others, revelling in their agony and humiliation. There was no trace of remorse or guilt in his gaze, just an eerie sense of pure amusement as he watched his victims, helpless and on their knees, desper

My voice grew huskier, deeper, contemplating her immobilization. “Do you want that?” I whispered in her ears temptingly, shook her head in denial, losing her strength to fight me anymore. "Good Girl." I smiled., taking a strand of her hair in my fingers, stroking it gently She lifted her heavy disappointment orbs and exhaled and said the perspective of mine she holds in her heart. "Thanks for clarifying; You are a devil and there’s no place in your heart. So heartless. I cannot even imagine spending a second with someone like you.” My smile faded when she began to hiss.

, grabbing his hand, she mumbled for leniency, but being ruthless he was, he stole the spark of her getting free, by leaning dangerously close to her. "Hazel! I am a devil!, and I never leave my betrayers ,not until I let them the taste of their deception ", he spoke near her ear, grabbing her already broken soul, affecting her heart like a fatal disease. Her heart was heavy, and she was shivering continously. His every force pushed her more into the well of pain, that has been chasing her since by birth. Before she could realize that it was not a simple hatred rather it was an extreme loathe that had been raging in his veins, since many years_it would be too late.