Enhypen Lucifer Lyrics Novels & Stories

“I shut my eyes, and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids, and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes, and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed. And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) Her laughter reverberates across the room as she throws her head back and screams, “Lana’s going to drop dead, and all the world will drop dead…” Chest heaving Lucifer wraps his hand around her throat and lifts her to her toes. “Shut your sodding mouth!” he growls. His eyes glow like crimson flames as he leads us to

“I love how you blush for me.” I roll my eyes at him. “Can you play any instruments?” Lucifer hums again. “I play a little of this, a little of that. My favorite is the piano.” “Really? Can you sing?” I ask curiously. “I can.” Lucifer smiles. “I bet you have an amazing singing voice.” I could only imagine how good his deep voice sounds with his thick British accent as he sung. Golly, I would probably be a melted puddle if I heard him sing...if I wasn’t too busy trying to jump his bones as he seduced me with his velvety voice. Then I realize something. I said that aloud. I throw my hand up to cover my mouth. Damn wine!

Lucifer reached for her hand, his expression filled with vulnerability, "You don't have to say anything," "I....I love Lucian," She stuttered "And I love you," He pressed closer, his gorgeous face inching towards hers, she felt so lost in the daze of his blue eyes that she found herself unable to resist his advances. "No! No! No!, do not let him kiss you," Her thoughts screamed at her as she watched his lips approach hers, "Lucifer... Lucifer don't," She muttered weakly "Do not resist little mouse, have a taste of this forbidden fruit,"

Sharing Liliana with your cousins, in the name of pack unity. My scowl deepens, and I flick ash from my cigarette. ‘Pack unity shouldn't involve group activities in the bedroom you fucker.’ ‘Ah, but you can't deny the thrill of it,’ Lucifer teases, his mental voice practically winking. ‘The moon, the howls, the tangled limbs—it's like a werewolf cliché come to life.’ I finish my cigarette, the ember glowing briefly before I stub it out. The moon offers no respite to the burning flame within me. Instead, I am left with a throbbing that cannot be fulfilled.

He leaned in so their faces were inches apart. He ran his thumb across her pale tear stained face and flicked the tears underneath her eyes. Iris pulled back her eyes now confused and red rimmed. "These tears of vengeance, are on shed for the wrong person." "You're lying." She screamed back thrashing harder than before. "Let me show you." He blinked unfazed by her tantrums. He stood up from the bed and picked up the laptop on the bedside table. Iris went quiet. He flipped it open, waited for it to boot, then played a video.

Kira asked with tightening lips. "If you don't have any meaningful thing to say just shut up. Shut the fu.ck up Juno. I wasn't talking to you!" Rumi yelled out, surprising Kira. "I am just trying to help okay and I am sorry if I will never be perfect like you or ever been forgiven by you. But you've got to stop seeing me as a bad person here and stop forcing words into my mouth and also stop accusing me of what I am not thinking of." By the time she was through, she was breathing fast.

he whispered, his voice barely audible. Lucifer’s hips thrust forward, filling Allistair in one swift, powerful movement. Allistair cried out, his body stretching to accommodate Lucifer’s size. The pain was intense, but the pleasure that followed was even more overwhelming. Lucifer’s movements were rough and unyielding, each thrust a claim, a promise, a reminder of the bond that transcended time and reality. Allistair met him stroke for stroke, his body yielding and demanding in equal measure. The stone wall behind him was cold and unyielding, but the heat of their passion made it seem distant and insignificant.

If I didn’t know what it was capable of—how it could end humanity—I might’ve fought to keep it alive. But I do. And I just want this whole godsdamned thing over. Lucifer insists on carrying me out of Persephone and Hades’ suite and up the stairs to our bed. “My love, I’m so happy,” he says, laying me down gently. He kisses me, deeply and full of passion. All I feel is hate. He’s aroused. I can feel it. He wants to celebrate, to claim me, to make this moment his. I’m trying to think of a way to get out of having to fuck him when—miraculously—a very real, very big yawn escapes me.