Face Of The Devil Mga Nobela at Kwento

"It doesn't." He reached out, slow enough that I could pull away if I wanted to, and brushed a strand of hair back from my face. His fingers were warm against my cold skin, and I felt something in my chest crack open at the gentleness of it, more gentleness than I'd expected from a man everyone called the Devil. "I don't know how to do this," he said. "Any of it. Being someone you can trust after everything that connects us." "Neither do I."

I won't let him get away with what he wants to do to me. Just as he's about to bring his face to my neck, I guess to kiss it, in a matter of seconds someone pulls the bastard away from me, who had me pinned against the wall. He throws him furiously to the floor. I find myself in shock, cornered against the wall, but I manage to react when I see the man's face. I realize it's him, the Devil. He's on top of the guy; he hits his face insistently. The bastard is bleeding non-stop. "Oh, by God, he's going to kill him!".

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

he trailed his hands down her face, stopping at her lips. Laura wanted to move away but couldn't. Suddenly, the look on his face changed swiftly from anger to passion, his eyes darkened and she saw the slow rise of his member. “This pretty mouth of yours. Maybe if it was used for better, it wouldn't make so much noise. Shall we try that out?" He opened her mouth with a finger, slipping it inside.

He seemed to enjoy my bold spirit. “Vile? Is that what you think of me princess?” he asked, his eyes showing a flash of interest as if he actually cared what I thought of him. “Well you are literally the devil. The king of hell and source of all evil in the world. Why should I think differently?” I said glaring at him.

*Splash* I woke up by coughing loudly as cold water was splashed on my face. I opened my eyes only to see the Devil standing right in front of me. He was dressed up well in black tuxedo. His chocolate brown hair was jelled up properly. His big doe-eyes, sharp jawline, fair tone and pink lips is capable to make any girl fall for him. It's really hard for me to believe that is he the same guy whom I once loved with all my heart. But now I know that behind this handsome charming face what type of a heartless beast is hidden.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

"And I said-" "I'm not your friend, Sophia. I'll use you, I'll make sure there's no bone in that body that won't do as I say and when I'm done with you, you'd regret you ever met a devil like me, cause Sophia bambina... I'm a Devil you should run away from." And the stare he gave me said everything he didn't say. He was a Devil and I should run!! TBC

His face is cold as a block of ice but the beauty is really there. It was coming together to her, the white Manor, the dragons, the fire, the fountain. He is no other person than; A loud gasp left her mouth in realization as she jerk back from him. "You... you___ He raised his brow and twitched his lips, " Say it." He dared. "You are the devil." The words fly out of her mouth like a volcano when erupted.

His jaw moves in a satisfying way when he talks. Being this close to him I’m noticing things about his face I shouldn’t. I’m looking for flaws but there aren’t any. They say demons have the prettiest faces. He must be the ruler of all demons then. The devil himself. And why is he telling me he had a bad day. Am I supposed to care? Or provide him with comfort? I couldn’t give two shits if his entire world fell apart. In fact, that would make me the happiest girl in the world.