Face Of The Devil Novels & Stories

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

kind of rich. “Elena, I would need you to give me an answer, so that I can have my Lawyers draw up a contract,” his voice was calm again, almost too calm and his expression unreadable. I hate when people’s face don't give off their intentions. Mostly you can tell the intent from their expression but with Atlas, there was nothing. Point blank. “A contract with the devil, I see,” I muttered, the words playing on my lips a little bit long. “Don't see it that way Elena,” he smirked, it was infuriating how good he looked when he grinned devilishly. how his lips carved out my name in a way that made my legs tremble at those words.

Valerie. The devil and I had been sitting at the back without saying any word to each other. Other. My blood was boiling in anxiety when I felt his burning gaze on me. “What does your mate look like?”. He asked,not sparing me a glance. “He's the most handsome man I had ever seen”. I replied, looking through the window. “Please ... .can you just let me go. I'm not fit to be your Luna or mistress….. please….”. Tears swelled in my eyes as I pleaded the DEVIL desperately.

The thick iron muzzle aggressively clanked violently against the highly polished marble floor. The twelve highly powerful executives violently gasped in pure, absolute horror. They actively stared completely at the violently shivering, half-naked, entirely mangled biological shell aggressively kneeling in the freezing dirt. The legendary Devil of Dalal Street was completely unrecognizable. His beautiful, incredibly arrogant face was a terrifying, actively bleeding mask of raw, violently shredded flesh entirely caged behind heavy, rusted iron.

"Ow! That hurt!" "You fucking bitch!" the Devil yells at me. "Look what you did! If I get another warning I can get expelled! If you even know what that means, you stupid-" he yells at me but I interrupt him, slapping him hard across his face. His head turns to the left, a look of pain on his face. "Who the fuck do you think you are to yell at me? It was your fault as well! If you didn't call me names we wouldn't be here in this mess, so don't even try to put the blame on me! Again!" I scream in his face. I have had enough with him acting like he is a God or something. He slowly turns to look at me, his eyes the complete opposite of that they looked like this morning. The expression on his f

He was joined by the physician from the main palace. As soon as they removed the last needles from her elbow, she opened her eyes slowly. Lydia weeped for joy as she gave her water to drink. Heavy footsteps were heard in the corridor. The door was pushed open at once and she saw, the Devil.

We pulled away when I realized that he was straddling me. I blushed at the position. "I want you so badly right now. But I will wait for you until you are ready." he said stroking my cheeks. He was about to get off when I stopped him. I looked up at his eyes, staring at them. "I'm ready." I said as I stared into his eyes. "You sure?" he asked. Without answering him, I pulled him into a kiss. I gave myself to him that night. We became one. I gave myself to the devil. I was arranged to the devil.

And something far worse waiting just beyond the veil—watching, waiting, calculating. She squeezed Dante’s hand. “We face them together,” she said. “Until the end,” he vowed. “No,” she said with a soft smile. “This is just the beginning.” Then the Gate ignited fully, casting the chamber in crimson and gold. And the Devil’s obsession? She no longer feared it She was ready to become it.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

The tears returned in full force, streaking down my cheeks as I squinted into the blinding flood of white. And then… I opened my eyes….and came face to face with the devil. He stood in front of me, tall, composed, and terrifying in the kind of quiet, elegant way that made your bones forget how to hold you upright. Dressed in black, he looked like a king carved out of shadows, with eyes that gleamed red like burning embers of coal. His face was too beautiful to belong to a man. And too cruel to belong to anything human. It was the lycan who had bought me.