Devilish Looks Novels & Stories

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

Through a narrow gap in the center of the double doors, I peep into the chapel and my stomach turns instantly. Pierre Moretti is standing at the altar and this close, in the harsh daylight, he looks even more cruel and devious than I remembered... He’s an older man with thin, slicked-back hair, a pockmarked face, and dark, dead eyes that make him look infinitely more disgusting and wicked than my stepfather could ever hope to be...

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

Valerie. The devil and I had been sitting at the back without saying any word to each other. Other. My blood was boiling in anxiety when I felt his burning gaze on me. “What does your mate look like?”. He asked,not sparing me a glance. “He's the most handsome man I had ever seen”. I replied, looking through the window. “Please ... .can you just let me go. I'm not fit to be your Luna or mistress….. please….”. Tears swelled in my eyes as I pleaded the DEVIL desperately.

"The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn. ############## Coincidentally, a man stood under the setting sun, his hands covered in human blood, and his clothes were dripping blood. His pitch black hair fell on his face, and his eyes stared at the lifeless body lying in the

I am feeling like I am in hell, not in hell as getting tortured or punished but the type of hell where you are a little she-devil who is ready to seduce someone and make them sin. I slowly move forward with the shy and determined steps feeling like Lucifer is sitting in front of me in his glory with broad shoulders, tanned skin with grey eyes which pull you to the pits of them. A black crisp suit adorned his muscular body with unkempt hair sticking all over his side making him more attractive. He looks so big still sitting, sipping from his glass with a hard angled jaw looking around with a frown sitting between his forehead making him so much more delicious.

He is the human version of the devil, all put together and looking too perfect for any flaw of his to even be noticed, if that is not the attribute of the one you call a devil, I don’t know what else can convince me otherwise. Like when the devil wants to make a debut and come retreat to earth. yes that! This man looks exactly like the devil. The hot and spicy version of lucifer himself…. Yup I better shut the fuck up. I’m probably becoming a deranged motherfucker. So, it is true crazy rubs off on people. umm… probably got mine from my excuse of a father then. He looks me over before casting his eyes back to the files his huge desk, one huge enough to place someone for a nice quick fuck. Oh

Ever again! Suddenly, Eva froze in her spot as she stared at something or rather someone not too far away from her. A few good distance away from her was none other than the Devil himself. He walked confidently, his eyes were sharp, his features remained indifferent as usual and his posture was nothing but powerful yet nonchalant. He was dressed in a black button-up shirt which was rolled up to his elbow, exposing the strong and visible muscles of his arm, a dark coat hanging on his shoulder, and dark pants. Everything he was wearing was all dark but he was still gaining everyone's attention and he did it with ease without having to put effort. Every woman had their eyes locked on him like h

HIs eyes all blood shot, his fangs as sharp as a blade. His aura deadly, his skin so pale. Sending shivers down her spine, filling her with fear and feeding from her fear. Carving something that a vampire lord would always carve. Anyone who sees him will shiver uncontrollably. How can a devil be so handsome?, Well in this case he is devilishly handsome. Casper smirked taking a look at the woman under him. There is no sign of humanity in his eyes. His Cold fingers trailed down from her cheeks to her neck.

I was admiring the scenery when all of a sudden, my face blanked. I saw an unpleasant figure in the distance. He was wearing a black suit and spotted a smile on his face. His smile looked lewd and sinister to me. I glared at him with hate. I hated him deep to the bones and always wished that he would just topple down and die. "What? You are not comfortable seeing your lover, hmm?" Devon said. He was wearing a cold smile. Today he was in a clean black suit, a bit loose, but did nothing to hide his masculine charm.