Devilish Smile Novels & Stories

Smile tried to help him stand again. He bit his molar teeth and toned down his voice to show his sincerity even though it was full of hardship. “They are an evil schemer, but they are not a devil. They had their reasons. They should do a good thing with the power they had, instead, they killed my brothers and sisters.” “I know, I know.” Smile’s face was distorted, and wrinkles formed everywhere. Sleepy nodded a few times. “We will reform them. Please.” “No matter how much I hated them, I still love them. Even though this mouth denies them, this heart is against the idea.”

"I don't give a damn …get out!" His wild lust filled eyes zeroed in on me as his canines slowly retracted before my mate showed off his charming smile. It was like I was looking at him for the very first time as his smile portrayed the gentle mate that I am used to while his wild eyes just made my p*ssy trob in want. I stood there in complete horror as his charming smile turned into a devilish smirk before he slowly licked my c*m off his fingers with his eyes looking right at me.

I replied " he is the son of a devil Alicia, someone who kills without mercy, he is heartless Alicia, he doesn't even smile 3 times a day" he said and I hissed "but he does with me trust me, he is a good person siress it's just that you guys haven't really taken time to view the good side of him, he is a good man" I said but he sigh "why wouldn't he smile with you when you are his girlfriend?" siress asked fixing his glasses

Ace says, flashing that infuriating grin. "You," I glare at the handsome devil before me, fully aware that "handsome" and "devil" shouldn’t even occupy the same sentence, yet here I was, powerless against his charm. Every word that spilled from my lips seemed to falter under the weight of that smirk, and while my anger simmered just beneath the surface, I couldn’t ignore the twisted thrill that accompanied his playful banter.

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

But Alina’s determined stare left him no choice but to answer. “The ‘Devil’,” he said slowly, “is a man feared by everyone. They say he came straight from the darkest parts of hell, a man with a face as beautiful as Adonis, yet more dangerous than any enemy. His voice is deep and enticing, like an angel’s whisper… but his smile can freeze your heart and make you feel like you’re standing at death’s door.” Alina swallowed hard, curiosity and dread mixing in her chest. “What’s his name?” she asked softly.

“I won't let you do that to me again!” I do not know how to read a devil's expression properly, so all I can explain when I see Reksa's face is that he suddenly fell silent and stared at me for a few seconds without moving a bit. I almost thought he was somehow frozen. However, a moment later he gave me a lopsided smile that made me worried. “Your life is so unpredictable, cursed girl,” the devil said, almost as if he was snoring. “Something that can be both profitable and detrimental.”

I smiled while repeatedly saying the name in my head. "Yes Derek, just one night." Devin replied with an I'll kill you if I could kinda smile. They're really entertaining to watch. Devin caught me smiling, he was amused and pleased at the same time. He wouldn't look away, he's probably wondering why I'm smiling. I hope he doesn't ask I don't have a reasonable explanation, I can't tell him that I'm smiling because his name has a nice ring and that he's entertaining to look at. "Why are you smiling?" This bitch.

I don't know what's worse-the fear of seeing him again or the fear of what I'll feel when I do. When the door finally opens, my body betrays me again. My pulse spikes, my breath hitches, my skin prickles with heat. It's him. Dante steps inside, suit crisp, dark hair swept back, eyes gleaming like the devil himself. He doesn't even look at the mess on the rug. His gaze goes straight to me. "Good evening, doll." "Go to hell." His grin is slow, deliberate. "Still keeping me company, I see."

He couldn't believe his eyes. Morever, he as a man was also feeling mesmerized by his smile. Such a pure smile and that dimple. He quickly shook his head and thought 'I am straight and absolutely not a gay alright?' He coughed twice as Mo Yuhan snapped out of his trance and glared at him coldly. He shuddered 'See, he is clearly a devil. What mesmerizing smile? What dimple? It is all a honey trap. This man is the epitome of ruthlessness.'