Devilish Looks Novels & Stories

Shivay was keenly looking at her face, her cheeks were looking like a tomato, bright red, making her face glow more, she was fidgeting with her fingers, She looked shy, it then clicked his dumb head, she wasn’t ignoring him coz she hates him, she was ignoring coz she was shy to face him, his Angel was shy, she was just looking all cute. A devilish smirk crept his face, he went closer to her, he held her gently in his arms as if she’s a delicate flower, slowly whispered in her ears “Were you shy Dove” (his voice held mischievousness) She shivers under his touch, she wondered if he the same man who was mourning in pain and guilt, coz now he was looking like Cheshire cat. He chuckled when he sa

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.

A manly figure slides inside and slowly shut the door behind his back. He took predatory steps towards my frame. My body trembled under each approaching steps. He came closer and crouched down at my level blocking the sunlight. I peered at him. His face is stoic and void of any emotion. Yet I get the glimpse of the devil incarnate within him. He studied my face with a hard gaze as his thumb traced my bottom lip. The touch of his hand made my head flinch back. My eyes caught his hardened expression and a shiver passed through my spine. My breathing escalated with fear and trepidation.

Rose hummed, with her evil smirk playing on her lips. "You'll have to earn the money," she said. "Anything, please." Laura said, her voice laced with desperation. Rose was about to speak when Mr Smith came out with Scott Williams. Laura's gaze darted to them, and as soon as she made eye contact with Scott, she felt a chill run down her spine. Scott was extremely handsome. He had a strong face with sharp features that made him look very attractive. His piercing blue eyes were cold and serious. His thick brown hair was styled perfectly, showing off his sharp jawline. He was tall and lean, with broad shoulders that filled out his expensive-looking suit.

Then why does she look like she just had a rough night with the devil? Could it be the devil?

I hate to say this, but he looks so good in that three-piece dark blue suit. He is sitting so relaxed and unbothered. Anyone with no knowledge of his true nature will immediately mistake him for an angel. No wonder some people claim the devil is deceivingly charming. This is exactly how he looks, a devil with looks that could kill. Enough of the analysis! I move down the stairs towards him. His head snaps up, and his brows raise as he stares at me. There's surprise in his eyes. I guess he wasn't expecting me to turn out this good.

“Act happy. The wolves are watching.” “I’m smiling,” I snarled, forcing myself to do just that. “See? This is how happy I am.” His mouth twitched but it was not a smile. “Looks like you haven’t changed. Terrible actress.” “Neither have you,” I said quietly, lifting my gaze to meet his. “Trying to control everything, as always.” His dark eyes sparked. “I’ve become better than ever, thanks to you. One time you controlled me. It won’t happen again.”

Liam. He was dressed in a pristine, charcoal-gray tailored suit, his golden-blond hair perfectly styled, his handsome face curved into a cruel smile. He looked like a prince who had accidentally wandered into hell. But I knew the truth. He was the devil himself. His eyes, a pale, icy blue, raked down my body. They took in the smeared makeup, the oversized, faded black t-shirt, the tiny velvet shorts and the platform boots.

I hissed, hating the way my breath always slows down when I'm met with his devastating face Why didn't he have to be a pot-bellied, balding man instead, whey is the Devil so impossibly captivating? His coal-black eyes were like an abyss this time of the night, I caught the faintest fleck of gold flickering in them and instinctively, my lips parted He looked like he was about to say something to me, and I braced myself up for the attack, I was getting used to him using words to hurt me, so I learnt to build defences of my own