Handsome Devil Movie Novels & Stories

"I'm a Devil . All things are possible." Win looked at him then, his gaze telling Adom something that the Devil could not quite understand, but a pool of warmth formed in his stomach. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but not altogether unwelcome. He smiled, stealing another kiss and deepening their connection. His hand came up and cupped Win face as the Angel reached over and clutched his shirt. A snap of Adom fingers had them naked and Win shivered as his newly bared flesh was hit by the cool air of the room.

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

Mephiles looked up into the air to remember how it all began and how everything he has ever done led to this moment. For a long while, he stood upon the rampart and looked at every single star and the full moon. He looked up and looked back at his earlier days before he became a demon king. This is his story. This is his tale. This is how a man who sought ambition and a kingdom changed his life. A dark fantasy tale of the devil passing through the lands of the earth and the wolf hiding from the moon. The Devil and the Huntsman.

Handsome suddenly raised its voice. Its body trembled slightly at this moment. "Isn't it? You are scared." The Nation Master still sneered. "Scared?" Handsome spat out another word. A hint of impatience flashed across the Nation Master's green eyes. He didn't want to talk nonsense with the demon pig in front of him. Raising the Eight Divine Ruler in his hand, the National Master was about to smash the other party into the ground when at this moment, a shocking change suddenly occurred to Handsome.

Akshara giggled and his silvery hair disturbed her so much, “Uh, Devil, I don’t like your long hair. Make it short.” Dev lifted his head from her steps and asked her, “How much shorter?” “Hum, to shoulder level. So, it would be handy for me.” “Handy!” Dev chuckled to her preferences. “Handy to hold on to it?” “Devil... you!” Akshara blushed to his question while he said, “As you wish my eternal bliss,” Dev agreed to all her demands and Akshara was so happy, “It’s too good to have a boyfriend like you, Devil, who agrees to every crazy idea I post.”

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.

Did she seriously not think this through before she opened that mouth of hers? I lazily pulled my eyes away from her to look at Handsome. Goddess he was magnificent. I saw why people feared him. He exuded a strong aura when pissed that roared dangerous and deadly. This right here was Black Devil through and through. Fuck, I loved him. He was positively breathtaking.

He was dressed casually in gray sweatpants, damp hair still tousled from the shower, and—my throat tightened—barefoot, his powerful frame on full display. A tattoo coiled across his back the freaking snake that seemed to move with every flex of his muscles, its head curled at his shoulder blade in a silent snarl. The more I looked at him, I felt like an intruder. How could he be so handsome when his heart was black? It didn’t make any sense. Devils were supposed to be ugly monsters, not… not ethereal. That was unacceptable and not justified. I sighed in frustration and averted my eyes when my eyes caught on the large bowl of fruit on the table nearby.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. The door creaked open, and a tall, imposing man entered. He wore a hat and leaned on a walking stick. In his right hand, he held a beautiful bouquet of flowers. His aura was dangerously powerful, and his expensive clothes marked him as a wealthy man. His sharp Italian features were strikingly handsome. "La Bonita, you're finally awake," the man said, his voice deep as he walked closer. He pulled me into a soft hug, his heavy cologne almost suffocating.

His hair was damp and his skin was still shining from the shower. My breath caught. My brain said look away, but my eyes didn’t listen. They travelled up and down those rippled muscles, broad shoulders, chiseled abs, and those thick thighs and c0ck. It was a bit hard and it was swinging as he moved. Then I noticed the TV. An unreleased film was playing; one of Smith Studios’ top stars, Clara Voss, and her co-star, Ethan Kane. The scene was intense, raw, and explicit. Her legs were spread wide and Ethan was thrusting hard inside her. She was screaming so loud. And their bodies were covered with sweat.