Devilish Looks Novels & Stories

“That woman would never let you out of her sight if she didn’t see you worthy of some kind. Now, tell me what is it about you?” “To answer your first question, No I don’t have a fucking idea about those numbers. And secondly, aren’t you also intrigued about me?” There was a brief moment of silence before he laughed returning to his seat. He was the best portrayal of a commercialized devil; handsome yet dubious. His face was clean-shaven showing more of his chiseled jawline and perfect smile. There was no hint of cruelty on his looks, I could even describe him as angelic and fragile.

The Tired One wheezes harder, but the devil just smiles— a slow, dangerous curve of lips and lashes. It’s not a real smile. It’s a well-practiced imitation. Like a shark pretending to be docile. “My eyes aren’t pink,” he says softly. “They’re lilac.” “Lilac looks like pink,” I eye him in suspicion. “That excuse is not going to fool anyone, Satan.” I lean closer to him for scientific confirmation. Big mistake. Up close, he’s too pretty—like, ‘What deity sculpted you and why?’ kind of pretty. I can see every perfect line of his face and it’s doing terrible things to my heart.

He chuckles grimly, his lips stretching diabolically to release a dark grin as he leers in, “You? Do you dare dream of getting rid of me after the vow that binds us? I flush with embarrassment and he rescinds to relish in my pensive state. Shoving his elbow into the top of Mortiz’s seat and fisting his hand against his jaw, he assumes a tilt of his head and cunningly smiles at me. It’s not particularly a beautiful expression a Vampire should make. But…I gulp with turmoil. It’s a whole world different when it’s an undisputed beauty like this doing the staring. It should make anyone wring with dread as those fiery eyes are predatory and nightmarish. Devon’s eyes are very beautifully brimmed wi

He stroked his shaved chin as he scrutinized her. He noticed she didn’t look as sick as she was earlier, and he was fascinated by how her white hair turned silvery as the morning light struck it. Also, by the way, her cherry-coloured lips curved into a smile. He found it titillating, since he couldn’t stop thinking about what he would do to her as soon as they got to Cherview. “I was trying to picture you in armour. It’s kind of absurd.” Said Janice, giggling. She wrinkled her nose and thrust her head further out of the window to let the cool air caress her face.

***** ~Author’s POV~ “My, my, my…” Vesper purrs, blowing an air kiss. “My Sweet Possession. I knew you’d come to me.” Lucy glares at him, hatred burning in her eyes. He looks exactly as he did in her nightmares— Towering with broad-shoulders, eyes like pits of shadow, sharp canine teeth. Long, glowing fingers twitching with dark energy, his hair black as midnight. Vesper is the embodiment of a devil’s charm. He's beautiful, deadly and soulless.

A heartless devil had just arrived. The car door creaked open, and a figure stepped out. The aura he carried spoke of noticeable danger. Dressed in all black, his almost perfectly chiseled features sent fear into those who dared to look. His deep, cold, piercing brown eyes, prominent cheekbones, sharp nose, and well-curved jawline gave him the visage of a demigod who doesn't smile. His V-shaped masculinity was perfect for a devil. Aurelio. Even though he's a devil, that didn't stop some people from having a crush on him.

His shoes gleam beneath the bright, overhead lights. His hair is gelled back, highlighting his wickedly beautiful blue eyes and insanely handsome face. Devon Lachlan is no doubt the kind of man that could make any woman weak in the knees. Too bad I know his type. Beneath the well pressed suit and calm demeanour, lies a sadistic, carefully controlled darkness. Men like Devon Lachlan are the most dangerous of their kind, men who can play both the roles of a venomous demon and pure angel all at once.

Seeing your photo was like a blow to my gut, and a very brutal one at that, twisting my insides painfully, stinging my eyes with acid. You where still looking perfect, as always. Perfectly sculptured lips holding a tight lipped fake smile, brown hair thrown back, your hazel eyes staring at the camera, with a confident and ruthless look, any third person looking at you will consider you the definition of perfection, but you are any thing but that, you are as close as a person can get to being a devil.

His nails were digging into her flesh. "DON'T LOOK ME LIKE THAT, LITTLE DEVIL," he hissed, and his smile was long gone, replaced with the evil grin stretched upon his lips. His looks terrified her, which made a shiver run down her spine. He was looking like a monster, A DEVIL who wants to torture her till death.

Dylan Travis was a kind and gentle man. Angel's first impression of him was very positive. She hardly found any flaws in Dylan. He was handsome with a very fit, muscular body. He had an amazing broad chest and comfortable arms to lean on. Dylan had a dazzling smile that would make all the women scream when they saw him. But most importantly for Angel, he had a perfect personality. Dylan was gentle and knew how to treat women well.