Half Angel Half Devil Drawings Novels & Stories

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

He can be either a fallen angel or a demon, depending on his mood. Right now, with the tilt to his lips, he leans toward the angelic side, but rather an archangel with a sword decapitating dragons than an angel with soft white wings. If he scowls, he’ll look more like a demon. He’s so beautiful, so utterly perfectly created, that something twists in my stomach. He’s dark like the ocean and breathless like water. That’s how I’d describe him if I could only use one word. Water.

bird 1 : this fellow is not drinking from few days and didn't bring any girl bird 2 : yeah its true what happened to this fellow bird 1 : can't you understand he fallen in love bird 2 : is it can he also fall in love bird 1 : yeah because angels are born to tame the devils bird 2 : is it then why this guy unable to recognize his feelings bird 1 : because he never felt like this with anyone bird 2 : oh is it can we help this devil to get that angel bird 1 : sure however we don't have any work so let's help this devil bird 2 : okay

Both whispering to each other about how cruel Sandra was to them. However, she only rolled her eyes at their childish actions and moved her eyes to me, "Hi, I'm Sandra, and those two knuckleheads are Drake and Casper, the black haired guy is Drake, while the pouting idiot is Casper." After she finished talking, the guys in front of us turned their heads at the same time and scoffed at her. They were acting really cute, having each other's back in a funny way. "You know Sandra if you weren't a girl, you'd be full of bruises right now. Good thing my mom raised me right." Drake rumbled while closing his eyes relishing the compliment he gave himself.

The rectangle size pictures scattered all over the floor near his feet. “What is this?” I screamed at his face. My voice filled with unbounded fury. The jealousy that I felt was severe than anything. Confusion marred his face and slowly his brows knitted. He bends down and collected all the pictures. His eyes kept on moving on one after the another. The pictures were - 1. Ezra was pinned on the wall and Aslan was between her valley of her breast. 2.Ezra was on her knees and sucking Aslan down. Ezra was lying on the table and Aslan was fucking her

I blushed, ducking my head. I felt another pair of eyes on me. They belonged to the hulking man seated beside Alpha Enzo. I had never seen him before. I shivered as his cold, calculating eyes bore into me. I broke the eye contact, feeling shivers all over my body. If my guess was right, then that was definitely the Devil Alpha.

At this moment, half of his body was like a god's, the other half like a devil's. Half of it was a crystalline silver like refined mercury, the other half a flaming golden color like cast gold. His entire person was divided into two completely different halves, split down the center from between his eyebrows, as if he were a combination of a god and a devil. 54 vast silvery planets and 54 vast golden planets shimmered inside his body, shooting out brilliant rays of light. It took a long time before the outward streaming light gradually withdrew into Ding Hao's body.

A young stud with blond curly hair, intense electric eyes, full red lips, and fair glass skin. I did not want the image to be forgotten so I asked Hana to portray him on papers. I kept bugging her to draw the angel (because no amount of drawings could fill my desire), but she insisted that I do it myself. Hence, I participated on the only art class in the convent even if it meant that I would be learning with girls half my age. As I progressed, I drew the angel’s face almost every day, but I rewarded him with something he had lost – an unending smile.

Back when they were twelve, Michael had been briefly fascinated with the tarot and had gone on about it for weeks. It was the fifteenth trump of the major arcana, The Devil. Though this one was marked as Le Diable. It was a much cruder drawing from ones he had seen before. While still sporting the goatish mane and horns, the devil also had prodigious breasts and a massive phallus. There was a blue face in the devil’s midsection sticking its tongue out. Two chained demons, one male, one female, lay at a round pedestal at his feet.

They had to pick up Diana on their way. "They all have different killers. The four of them " The examiner on the right side started, on his badge was written, Dylan. He adjusted his glasses well on his face and then his nose mask. His white glove was a little bit stained with the blue pen he was holding. Right beside him were three other people. They seemed like students more like interns. They all carried a notepad jotting was the examiner was saying. He breathed in repeatedly as he scratches his forehead, "Something still amazes me" he continued, "three of the drawings, I mean the cross sign were made by the same person ". Anthonia eyes nearly popped out. "How is that even possible? " She