Devilish Looks Novels & Stories

“Even if they are willing to, do you—as her mom—really have the heart to marry her off to that devil incarnate?” “A man widely known for being ruthless, sadistic and cruel? Yes, his reputation might include some elements of exaggeration, but he must have gained the nickname, ‘Mr. Devil’ for a reason, don't you think?” The more I spoke, the more I realized just how ridiculous this arranged marriage was proving to be. “Most importantly—” "No one, and I mean no one, has ever seen his face! No one knows if he's old, young, or hideous! But the general idea is that he's an old, dying man because only that explains why he's kept himself hidden for so long.“

There was always Boss and Man offer of the bite, Adom supposed, but that would be the last resort. "You've got that look on your face," Win murmured sleepily as he tried to sit up. The lesser demons yawned as they awoke, gaping maws exposing razor sharp and blackened teeth. "What look?" Adom asked offhandedly. "The one you wear when you're thinking about killing something." The devil snorted as Win moved his legs around to the floor and he sat up. He flinched as his skin met the cold stone and Adom immediately flourished his fingers. Clothing appeared over Win body, wrapping him up against any lingering chill.

He has waited too long to not be impatient. 'Too damn long!' Then as if hearing his pleas she turns around slowly.A gasps leaves his mouth. 'She is ... Enchanting' 'The pictures didn't justify her real appearance fully. And hell her pictures were filled with gorgeousness' 'It's definitely not as same as looking at her from far away.' The Devil takes in her appearance like hawk. She is wearing the dress that he gifted her,looking like a princess. 'My princess' 'Did her mother or brother told her about me and the gift?'

My eyes widened in curiosity. His gave me a devious grin that revealed his deep-rooted dimples. His aristocratic look screamed, 'If perfection was a person.' All traces of anger was gone. It was a mocking, teasing, prank filled smile and at this point, I remembered even Lucifer was devilishly handsome.

His hands moved across my body caressing my breasts, waist, and thighs… There was something terrifying in his gaze, he looked like a devil who was trying to devour me. He acted feverishly, without any gentleness, but I shamelessly submitted to whatever he wanted to do with me giving back his caressing and kisses. He forcefully torn the top of my dress along the neckline revealing my naked chest and began fondling and squeezing my breasts. Then he slid lower and started playing around my chest with his tongue, and gently biting my nipples. At the same time his hands went down my thighs ripping off my underwear. Then he started to stroke my inner thighs reaching deep inside me with his fingers

His intense glares were merciless, and he looked like a devil craving for my soul. "Don't provoke me, Symphony. Try telling anyone about this. I'm telling you, I can play the role of the devil if I want to." He leaned closer to me, his hand still gripping my neck. "You might wake up one day without seeing Autumn anymore. I can do that, try me," he whispered in my ear before forcefully pushing me to the floor. *** "Is Mommy inside her room, Nana? Is she sick?" "Let's just leave your Mommy alone for now, Melody. Maybe she's just busy."

A wave of strong energy swirled around me before he spoke. "What’s the point of being a demon when you can’t use illusions to your advantage?" A devil’s smirk tugged on his mouth, and his eyes blazed red for a second before they went back to normal. "All they see is the sexy librarian helping a man look for books. They will never find out that the sexy library was about to let the man with her devour her perfect breasts."

’ Inner Devil 2: ‘He’s the fantasy starter pack: filthy mouth, perfect abs, loyal heart, and the kind of possessiveness that makes you feel safe and scandalous all at once. Inner Devil 1: ‘His mouth isn’t even that filthy. It’s… poetic.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Okay. Poetic filthy, then.’

Adrian POV The night deepens, and the villa holds its breath. I return to the study, the screens on the wall flickering faintly in the dark. My reflection stares back at me—tired eyes, sharp jaw, a man I barely recognize. Power does that. It changes you before you realize it. I take a seat, pour a glass of whiskey, and watch the monitors again. Every corridor, every locked door. Everyone accounted for. Except her.

I said flatly. She tilted her head, looking me up and down with mocking eyes. “I heard some rumors about you. You caught the devil’s eyes.” She dragged out the word devil like it tasted sweet. “Do you even know what that means?” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t care what it means.”