Face Of The Devil Novels & Stories

She turned back to her desk—and froze. In the black glass of the window next to her, her reflection was… something else. It was her, but twisted. Hollow-eyed. Skin cracked like old porcelain. A demonic grin stretching across her face, fanged and unnatural. The light above flickered violently. Her screen dimmed, then flared white. She sat back down, breath catching in her throat. On the blog page, the entry read: “Dubbed The Devil’s Mirror due to its connection to the collapse of a demon-worshipping Sumerian civilisation over three thousand years ago…”

She heard the rumor that this devil never fuck from the front because he didn't to like to see the face of the one he was fucking. And that's moments she determinate she will mould him, the devil, according to her, how she will enjoy but this is completely different now, she shouldn't accept the offer, she can't even say 'NO' to this devil now since she knew one word escape from her lips and she will never see sunrise again, so it's smarter to stay quiet and hang tight for it to end and yet she was in uncertainty assuming that she truly can leave his underhanded paws..

cried a voice, its owner's face fraught with panic. Those who had found Chu Xun’s appearance to be oddly familiar jumped immediately, shivering with fright when they finally put the name to his face and their eyes shot as wide as eggs. Who would not know that name!? Even if anyone failed to recognize that face, there was no way anyone wouldn’t recognize the moniker of “The Devil”! The faces of everyone around – especially that of the Peacock youths – spasmed and flushed with the colors of dread and despair. The malice and rage on the face of the leader were gone, now replaced only with extreme fear.

Rain’s pov He marched towards me, crouched down, coming face to face before me as he pulled down his hood, and my stomach tightened with dread. The rumours about him were always about his cruelty and the agony he'd caused but none ever warned or prepared me for how beautiful the devil looked like. His face looked like it had been sculpted after the word perfection. The detailed outline of his jawline, and that provocative stare he wore like a garment was alluring. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at him. How can a devil be this beautiful?

The devil is real. And he’s not a little red man with horns and a tail. He is beautiful, and that's because he is a fallen angel and he used to be God's favorite. Actually, the devil can be anyone. He can be two different people, different ages, different appearances all at once. I know all this because I’ve met him— I have met two, unfortunately. The devil came in form of two powerful Kings. They were beautiful. They were charming. They were loving and they were alluring. They were all those things until I saw their other side.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 �

"You're just a pawn. Everyone you love is a target." Another blow, this time to his face. Blood gushed from his nose. "Speak when spoken to," the man growled, ripping the tape from Liam’s mouth. "You’re a coward," Liam spat, blood trickling down his chin. "Hiding behind a mask. Threatening people That’s all you are." The man chuckled. "You’ve got spirit. Shame you won’t have much left when I’m done and I don't think we've met before, I am whom they call the devil, Liam I am the fucking devil."

I looked up at him and I immediately forgot about how embarrassed I was. He's so damn handsome and that must be what devils look like. I thought to myself. Devils, in real life, don't have horns. Otherwise, it will be too easy to identify them in the crowd. Instead, they've got a pretty face, a hot body, and countless amounts of money to buy the whole universe. They walk the walk and talk the talk. Then, before you know it, bang, you become their puppet with their hand in your ass. Urg. Not a very pleasant thought. Definitely not pleasant.

Are they some kind of a big ass organization, where bastards like Cole gather? When I turned to look at the devil, my confusion grew. He was just staring at the in front silently, like he was afraid he’d lost his sight out of him. I wanted to ask him questions, but he looks like he’s going to implode at one touch. He’s standing completely still, while his eyes are fixed on the old man with an intensity I’ve never seen before. The casual, smirking Cole I know is gone. He’s looking deadly. The politician—or whatever he is—wraps up his speech with a practiced smile. “Please, enjoy the rest of the evening.” He stepped down, and the room erupted into polite applause.

' He thinks, 'How the actual hell this pathetic man in front of me was granted the father title? "Y-y-yess king ! " "Then WHAT IS IT ? " said the devil and The devil's angry footsteps caused to hide the little girl's terrified face in her hand and cry . Her whimpers fill the room.Outside is raining heavily but the sound of her cries stabbing the Devil's ear! That's new as he heard countless of cries in his lifetime , cries of pain and destruction and to say the least he is used to it. But this crying is suffocating him! He wants it to stop.