Devilish Smile Novels & Stories

a demonic smile was etched on its lips. It stood up and opened a folder and took there a photograph of the man. "You look good together." he said as he set aside the photo of the woman and man. It smiled as it lit up the two photos. Simultaneously with the disappearance of the photograph was the disappearance of its smiles and was replaced by the burning anger etched in its eyes. "But you're better off when you're next to each other's coffin." A devilish laugh filled an office.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

“Act happy. The wolves are watching.” “I’m smiling,” I snarled, forcing myself to do just that. “See? This is how happy I am.” His mouth twitched but it was not a smile. “Looks like you haven’t changed. Terrible actress.” “Neither have you,” I said quietly, lifting my gaze to meet his. “Trying to control everything, as always.” His dark eyes sparked. “I’ve become better than ever, thanks to you. One time you controlled me. It won’t happen again.”

And as if sealing a fate, he spoke again in a velvety voice, his lips curled in a small smile. “Darling, you have been used by men who promised you heaven... how about making a deal with the devil instead?”

He stated with complete, utter seriousness. “You motherfucker! Go fuck yourself. I will leave. You just watch how. You son of a devil!” I grunted, taking his damn hard chest into my mouth and bit him hard. He groaned, pulling me back away from him. Nikolai’s hand grabbed my neck—not to tight, but enough to hold me in place. He forced me to look into his eyes and moved back, my back hitting the wall, and he pressed against me. “You’re a kinky fan?” He smiled—his eyes held that dangerous look.

Then added, in a voice so soft it was nearly seductive: “But don’t forget—if you get caught, there’s punishment. And it won’t be as easy as the last one.” A slow, cold smile followed. Not the charming, almost boyish grin he’d flashed in the car earlier. No. This one was something else entirely. This one was feral. It curled at the edge of his lips like a predator about to strike, like he was picturing something I couldn’t see—but I could feel. My stomach tightened. It was the kind of smile that made you feel seen—too seen. Like he’d peeled away the layers of your thoughts and was already two steps ahead.

I was going to tame him. Ah… this was going to be so fun. A soft chuckle threatened to spill from me as Dervic stood there, pure white eyes gleaming with something wicked, something dark and dangerous. His smile stretched slow and sinful as he ran a hand through his blond locs, stepping into the room with a predator’s grace. A deep laugh rumbled from his chest, growing louder, and Lilith whimpered inside me, shrinking in fear.

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.

she couldn’t stop herself from asking, moving her head back to not let his hand touch her face, making his fingers curl into a fist but the smile on his face smile fluttered for even a second, making her groan. What the fuck was wrong with this man? Why was he behaving as if he had just come straight out of a mental asylum, getting an electric shock, with every screw in his brain knocked loose?? She could have taken him for a mentally deranged person, if she didn’t know him enough as this smile of his was more terrifying than his every deadliest smirk. This man was a pure demon, without even an ounce of any soft emotions that makes us human. He was purely dark and cruel, driven only by the d

He didn't look angry or offended in any way; instead, he looked amused, and even a subtle look of satisfaction hung on his face. He laughed, then flashed me a mischievous smile. It was the first time I noticed his dimples. They were cute and hard to ignore. They immediately melted away that icy demeanour. He didn't seem like an untouchable god of lust now but the devastatingly handsome boy from next door who always messed up your mind when he smiled but you can never accept you have feelings for him Or it would be humiliating, but yet your heart can't help but skip everything, his smile is like a little devil.