Fanfin Sea Devil の小説・ストーリー

“I’ll only find bliss when you grant me the right to stand by your side.” “Sebastian…” “If you decide to take my help… then prepare for the price.” “What price?” I asked, trembling. He looked down at me, eyes full of longing and ruin. “Me.” The Devil stood before me—not demanding my soul… but offering his.

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

The wind that swept through Deira carried an omen: The devil had stirred, and the kingdom would soon tremble.

The devil has a way, his eyes had nothing but I knew behind those pools of nothingness were thousands of emotions he masks. "And you," his attention directed to the asshole who ordered to undress me. He was shivering under his lethal gaze, I stood next to him. "I'll take the lead," For the first time I felt like I'm not alone in this I have an ally. Our eyes locked and I saw something in those blue pools but it passed like a shadow before I could see it.

"No, no. I'm not suited to playing an antagonist. I'm just taking out my frustration on one family, not the whole world." Zayn stopped responding, focusing on driving even though he occasionally glanced at the situation of the passengers behind him through the rearview mirror. Oriaga seemed to be daydreaming and smiling, the man continued to look out the window, probably busy imagining various crazy plans in his head. Zayn never thought that a woman could make Oriaga Niel's mindset bad enough. Had Dean been with them, he probably would have just frowned as he continued to stare at Zayn, bewildered at the revenge drama that was just beginning.

Funfun had dangerously protected the devil's little woman from being beaten by a big deadly shark. Weak, and bleeding, Cinderella had been pushed mercilessly into the deep sea by the she devil Ciara. She sank to the deepest sea and would've been beaten to death by a shark If Funfun had not gotten to her on time. It protected her like a big mother hen, and had even tried to attack Ciara. Funfun would have bitten her to death for daring to murder the big devil's woman.

Fawn warned. “The rules never said anything about that, angel, so drop the threats because you can’t go through with them. This is war, it is a fight with everything on the line and I am going to do whatever it takes to make sure that The Devil emerges victorious after the dust settles,” Gentel said. “Well, you’ll be in for a major disappointment,” Fawn replied. “You know what I’m looking forward to the most? Making you my pet after heaven belongs to Satan. You and I are going to have so much fun,” Gentel said with a smile and licked Fawn's mouth with her long dark tongue.

The rolling blood cloud was illuminated by the golden light, and immediately, there were thunderous cries and roars. The Fiendgod Kingdom was like a whirlpool, a black hole that rapidly swallowed all the blood clouds. The originally golden Fiendgod Kingdom seemed to be bathed in blood at this moment, revealing a sacred and bloody beauty. In a short time, nearly one-third of the hidden Sea Demons in the deep sea was killed by Caspian. All sorts of anger, resentment, and hatred exploded out within the remaining Sea Demon army. "Human cultivator, give me your life!"

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.