Handsome Devil Movie Novels & Stories

He referred to the dragon tattoo that crawled from Sebastian’s arm to his neck. “Isn’t that… Noir de Costas?” Three sarcastic claps and an amused laugh were what they earned from the Devil himself. “Very good,” Sebastian praised. But their boss was no longer patient. “Bullshit, I don’t give a damn where you came from. Just fucking shoot him already!” And so, bullets rained. Sebastian was quicker—he pulled out his gun and shot two of the men, but the boss and another henchman fled. As they tried to get into the vehicle, a bullet pierced through—shattering both the windows and his skull.

They will not see me cower in fear, I will not allow them get the pleasure of seeing me vulnerable. “Feisty, I like that. After I am done with her, she will know to only speak when she is being spoken to.” The devil said with a smirk. I felt goosebumps starting to form on my arm, He looks like the definition of evil with that wicked smirk that can make anyone’s heart beat twice as fast in fear, that cold stare that can make anyone shiver in fear, that authoritative voice that can make even the most confident person doubt their entire existence. His mannerism seems to contrast with his appearance, how can someone so evil be so handsome? he has the most piercing yet beautiful green eyes, jet b

He stood up with a smile on his face, then clicked his tongue as he added, "But some stories are better left buried." "What did you just say to me?” He picked up the photograph and stared at it for a minute, then said, “Jaxon Moretti.” “You knew him?” My heart throbbed in surprise as I looked at him in confusion. He nods his head, “I do. But Jaxon Mor etti is no ordinary man, Ms. Sullivan.” "What kind of a man is he, detective?" "He's the devil himself..."

Then narrowing. “You look so—” the woman pointed at Ayra, frowning slightly. “You really look like someone I saw online a few months ago. The scandal stuff with Leo—Leo Devine, I think? That scandal thing, you know. You remember?” Ayra’s breath froze. Her hand gripped the cloth handles of her shopping bag tightly, enough to make her knuckles blanch. “I get that a lot,” she said quickly, forcing a smile that felt stretched and awkward. “But no, sorry. Not me.”

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 old man said while begging to Callum. I bit my lower lip and looked at Callum with emotionless eyes as he looked at the old man. He then, smirked evilly. “I hope you thought about that before you fucking did that to me, Mr. Domingo. You do know how evil I am when it comes to this kind of betrayal. I hope you remember.” I looked at the old man again. He fell to his knees weakly on the floor. He’s now crying while kneeling in front of Callum. But the latter looks ruthless and heartless while looking down at him.

" what the hell?" " I really thought this time I'll die for sure" Celea exhaled annoyed " Oh great not only did I not die but now I'm stuck with your ugly face" said Celea after seeing the devil was also there with her " Who are you calling ugly? you have the same face as me! you are letaraly the female version of me!" " But your feminine features are very beautiful, you would be beautiful if you were a woman, wich you are not, your just an ugly devil"

There was a strange servant who refreshed his soul with his breath. He pulled the wheelchair back firmly. And shocked, he turned towards him. So why do you want to die? She looked at her face. There was no fear in her eyes, and this made her happy sitting in front of her. We have to leave?" He was still talking when Jain reminded him from behind. The devil answered him looking at her beautiful face. Deep blue eyes with a glassy appearance, sharp nose, pink full quivering lips. She was very beautiful, but her scent intoxicated the Devil's senses.

Internally, I grimace at the realisation that it is weirdly more gratifying to listen to, rather than the sound of me smacking my wife's ass as I take her from behind. He groans, spitting out blood, "Is that all you got, your wife has a better hand than you do." He mutters incoherently. I run my fingers through his hair which is drenched in sweat, yanking his head back, and I force him to meet my gaze, "You know, Castello Esposito. The wildest gimmick the Devil likes to play isn't him making you accept that he doesn't exist. It's him making you believe that you are on friendly terms. Acquainted." I growl, lowering my head, and getting right in his face. "So that when you finally did meet me

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.