Devilish Looks Novels & Stories

“Trust me, she’s not a spy. Look at her, she looks nothing like a spy. She looks like the type that would sit around all day watching romcoms on N*****x and eat a lot of junk food." *gasp* RUDE! but true. "Ma lei non è grassa tu. Ha un corpo fantastico, davvero sexy. Certamente il mio" The one with the weird haircut said giving me a disgusting look. “But she isn’t fat thou. She has a great body, really sexy. Certainly my type” FUCK YOU, WEIRDO They all stopped and looked at Weirdo as Luciano shot him a death glare. "Capo scusa, sono stato portato via"

"One minute you're a sexy seductress, the next you're so cold it's as if the Devil himself would be afraid to get in your crosshairs." "Don't let my appearance fool you," I smirked, "I'm the Devil in disguise." "Maybe I'd like to find that out for myself." "Think you can handle me?" Roy looked into my eyes and leaned closer, "I know I can."

He saunters into the room and closes the door with his foot, then slips his hands inside the pockets of his sweats. I notice again how beautiful and strong he’s built; the dips and curves of muscles look like the Gods have carved them, and they ripple whenever he flexes. His eyes, the blue that makes him seem human, shine with amusement when he looks at me. Why does the devil have to look so deliciously alluring?

He seemed to enjoy my bold spirit. “Vile? Is that what you think of me princess?” he asked, his eyes showing a flash of interest as if he actually cared what I thought of him. “Well you are literally the devil. The king of hell and source of all evil in the world. Why should I think differently?” I said glaring at him.

"Forget the nonsense Salazar or anyone else has been feeding you. You're perfect the way you are and if I hear anything about you being on a diet again or trying to lose weight, heads will roll. Do you understand?" Maldito, I'm dazzled. For a moment there, the look in his eyes turned menacing and I finally caught a glimpse of the devil he hides behind that sexy body. I can totally picture him chopping a man up with a kitchen knife while smiling. That thought has moisture pooling between my legs and I squirm, trying to get some relief. Violence turns me on. He crosses the small space between us. Judging by how he's gotten in my face, I think he's finally going to take the initiative but he on

Her reaction was immediate. Her eyes widened in terror as she stared at the image. Slowly, shakily, she lifted her hand and pointed at it. “T-th-is… h-he… i-is a d-dev-il,” she stuttered. “B-b-ad… m-man.” A chill crawled down my spine. “Yes,” I nodded firmly. “He is a bad man. Have you ever seen him with your daughter?” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked around the room, panic flooding her face.

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

Eve wondered what that meant, yet decided not to question it as she went and washed her face before heading home. ..... Dressed in the devil costume, a red outfit, with a tail, pink red thigh high stockings, sans any underwear, panties or bra as Daddy insisted the temptation from the devil must be at the peak of submission, Eve looked in the mirror. She looked sexy or slutty, depending on your view of the look, but she definitely looked a complete 180 from her pure white angel costume of the afternoon. Coming downstairs, Lilly complimented, her cunt getting instantly wet thinking of having her daughter as her pet, "You look devilishly delightful."

All of this, to his astonishment was the door with his six yellow eyes and his red skin, he was wearing a white robe open over his shoulders and loose revealing his muscles. As he was revealing his chiselled belly and all his deltoids and his tight thighs, he was revealing his entire red body, and his biceps and arms he was occupying the humanoid shape of his long, shapely legs. The devil was wearing a white boot that went halfway up his thighs, and a long white thong that only covered part of his ass down to below the thighs and the front covered up to half of his firm thighs, which were adorned with skulls around it like a girdle he looked six inches taller than Astro-Star.