Devilish Smile Novels & Stories

“How did you get in here? I’ll call the cops!” He tilted his head, that smirk widening to reveal sharp canines that glinted like knives. “Oh, sweet Annabel. You know exactly who I am. You summoned me. Quite vividly, I might add. Dared me to come down and… what was it? ‘Eat your pussy like I mean it’? ‘Bend you over and make you scream’?” I stared, then burst out laughing—drunken, disbelieving hysteria. “The Devil? With horns? You? You’re way too handsome to be the Devil. You look like some cosplay model from a bad porno. This is a hallucination. I’m wasted.”

Her heart fluttered immediately, and she didn’t know when she started smiling. “Isn’t it also illegal to disturb your patient instead of allowing them to rest?” Axel asked, sarcastically. “Not if the patient is tall, has blue eyes and behaves like the devil some times.” Axel opened his eyes and when he saw the look on Rebecca’s face, he smiled. “How about joining the devil? Together we can rule the world.” “I’ll pass.” She rolled her eyes. His smile broadened. “I see.” Rebecca didn’t say a word, the whole place went silent and Axel’s smile fell after some time.

“Go to hell.” “Miss Reign. “There was something about the way he smiled that tied deep knots in my stomach, it was almost mechanical, like all humanity was lost from him and the only thing that was left was an empty shell of the man he used to be. There isn’t even a possibility that he could be this cruel from birth, you are not automatically hardwired to hate. What happened in his life to turn him this way? “Me and the devil are best friends. We are one of a kind in nature and in everything else. If you knew what was best for you, you’d know not to cross me.” “And if I do?”

spat Valencia. Amber smiled wickedly, “He has a birthmark on his left ass cheek which resembles an upside down cross quite fitting as he is the fuckin’ devil incarnate. He had a small mole near his left ball sack that he wants you to lick almost to the point of obsession. But when it comes to him giving you oral, he often makes lame ass excuses. He doesn’t make sure you finish first, or often that you finish at all, it’s always about him getting off. Need I continue?”

" You're sick and I may hate you but I'm a psychopath." " Correction, you are a psychopath and care doesn't look good on you." This little shit! My jaw tightened. " After the stupid stunt you pulled, you're not going anywhere till you fucking die." He chuckled. " Well that's not long anymore," How could he laugh? How could he make such stupid jokes about life? As much as I hated to admit it, I found his cheerfulness admirable. It was still stupid. But, admirable. His face calmed slightly as walked closer, freeing his hands from the confines of his pockets. " Do you miss her?"

he finally murmured, his tone low and laced with venom, "coming from someone who's been dead for many years. The woman smiled. It was a sly, elegant smile, as if she were enjoying the tension in the air. “Did you miss me, Devil?” Roman narrowed his eyes, and in a slow, calculated movement, leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, moving closer, like a predator stalking its prey. “No.” The answer was dry, cruel. But it didn't make the woman's smile disappear. On the contrary. “No?” she murmured, tilting her head. “Not even a little?”

Someone calls her name, she looks over her shoulder and lets out a giggle as one of the girls in the pool splashes water at her. "Not now," she says and goes back to her book. I realize I'm holding my breath and let go. Looking around to see if anyone caught me. Fuck, she's stunning. I just experienced first-hand the definition of 'she took my breath away'. Because the moment she turned around with a smile, I think I forgot how to breathe. Where the hell did Fan find her? She looks too innocent for this world. Why is Salazar clinging to her? Someone like her shouldn't be here. The blood painting the walls in this house shouldn't taint her. And that smile... Holy fuck. The way it lit up her e

It was too much, I could not take the torture anymore as I gently held his head which was kissing the fabric just above my clit, and pushed his head trying to guide it down to where I really wanted him to kiss. He pulled my hand off his head as he stood to stare down at me. I opened my eyes to see a smile on his face, but it was not just any smile, no, it was a mischievous, almost devilish smile that he had on, a smile I had never seen on him before now. If it were anyone else I would instantly panic but coming from him it was the hottest thing ever, I knew that whatever evil plan he had for me I would love it.

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.

Alaric's gaze had been fixed entirely on her. A low, unamused scoff slipped out of me as the image replayed in my mind. Alaric Voss. That man had been genuinely happy last night, not faking it like he usually did. As much as I hated him, I knew him well. He was a man—no, a devil who hid his true self behind the smile he’d perfected over the past two years. Whether he was angry, pleased or irritated, Alaric would simply smile, his eyes glistening with that infuriating amusement that always got under my skin.