Devilish Looks Novels & Stories

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

Jess and Mark both ordered, and Veronica disappeared to get their drinks. Emma faced the two people by her side and she saw that Mark still had the same wolfish grin on his face, which made her feel like a piece of meat. Jess, on the other hand, seemed to have stopped pretending she liked Emma. She was now scowling at her. Probably because of the attention Mark was giving her.

I knew not to look but I couldn't resist, I didn't get the chance to see his ass last night so I may as well do it now. I didn't know why but I'd always been fascinated by the male specimens buttocks. Not all, but a special few— like the one who fucked you last night. My mind added the last part, but I couldn't deny the fact that it was true. Slowly, I turned, my eyes wandering until it finally landed on a pair of smooth, white, thick and perfectly sculpted ass. Holy Shit! I could swear his ass was better than mine. My fingers urged to touch it but I knew I couldn't— Alex would murder me and they wouldn't find my body. So instead of dying, I chose the latter and just stared. Filling my eyes

He nods, adjusting the rim of the glasses and turns to look out of the room through the window. To anyone else, Gio is the calm one— the saint in the room of Devils. They're so wrong. Underneath that calmness lies a demon in slumber. Gio doesn’t need a gun to kill. He erases people with just a keystroke. “Get your bitch to quiet it down, Luca. She sounds like a strangled fish.” Niccolo spits. Luca snorts, before pushing the girl off him. Her cheeks are tinted red and cum is still dripping down her lips.

Of course only the devil would wear a face that sinful. Dark hair, damp and tousled like he walked straight out of war. Because he did. Jaw sharp enough to cut, mouth sculpted like sin—cruel lips made for giving commands and breaking hearts. He shouldn’t look like this. No one this monstrous should be this fucking beautiful. But it’s his eyes that gut me. They’re darker than smoke and older than hate—black holes that suck the warmth right out of your soul. No light. No mercy. My breath catches.

his eyes were as sharp as the tip of a keen knife. The sound of the club scraping against the floor hurt my ears. His aura was so frighteningly deuced that I even deemed him to be the scariest man I’ve ever seen in my nightmare. But honestly though, ghosts and poltergeists were scarier. I didn’t like them, especially Valak. He must be Valak’s son. On the bright side, he’s the coolest devil I’ve seen so far. He’s taller than me and as I recalled, he’s the foreigner who slipped badly because of my ID. That's his karma and he have to deal with it!

She didn’t realize it straight away - she discovered it when someone touched her buttocks with a cold belt, pushing her to the wall. No one said sorry - dozens of faces were passing by, not even noticing her. Except for one person - Dervel. Dervel's face emerged from every corner, his visage twisted into a sinister grin. His once-human features were now distorted and monstrous, a reflection of the evil he embodied. His skin was a deep, unsettling black, a stark contrast to the pale moonlight that bathed the nightmare realm. Dervel's eyes gleamed with a malevolent light, locking onto Jenn with a predatory intensity.

I looked up at him and I immediately forgot about how embarrassed I was. He's so damn handsome and that must be what devils look like. I thought to myself. Devils, in real life, don't have horns. Otherwise, it will be too easy to identify them in the crowd. Instead, they've got a pretty face, a hot body, and countless amounts of money to buy the whole universe. They walk the walk and talk the talk. Then, before you know it, bang, you become their puppet with their hand in your ass. Urg. Not a very pleasant thought. Definitely not pleasant.

But somehow, I always pictured a balding old man with a pot belly caused by the cheap whiskey he drowns himself in every night. But I couldn’t be more wrong. The devil isn’t horned or hideous. He’s tall, sculpted, and terrifyingly beautiful. Power clings to him like a second skin beneath the flawless cut of his suit. His face is sharp, symmetrical and too perfect to belong to someone mortal, too perfect for the blood he spills, too perfect for the cruelty he yields, and his icy blue eyes can bring even the bravest man to his knees. A cold prickling sensation erupts over my entire body like a thousand tiny needles stabbing my skin

I swipe the lipstick across my mouth in one smooth stroke, meeting her eyes in the reflection of my compact mirror. "It’s like you’re.." "The devil?" I ask, snapping the mirror shut. "Maybe."