Handsome Devil Movie Novels & Stories

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.

When Hunter returned, the very air in the room changed. He had changed into simple black shorts and a sleeveless shirt that clung to the hard, defined planes of his chest and shoulders. His left arm was a full sleeve of intricate, dark tattoos, swirling over every contour of his muscle down to his wrist. His hair was damp, dark brown strands falling across his forehead. He ran a hand through it, making it messier, and a few threads settled over his eyes. He looked like a perfect, handsome devil...wild, untamed, and devastatingly attractive in a way that felt completely dangerous. I forced myself to look away as he took a seat opposite me.

But Alina’s determined stare left him no choice but to answer. “The ‘Devil’,” he said slowly, “is a man feared by everyone. They say he came straight from the darkest parts of hell, a man with a face as beautiful as Adonis, yet more dangerous than any enemy. His voice is deep and enticing, like an angel’s whisper… but his smile can freeze your heart and make you feel like you’re standing at death’s door.” Alina swallowed hard, curiosity and dread mixing in her chest. “What’s his name?” she asked softly.

Dylan Travis was a kind and gentle man. Angel's first impression of him was very positive. She hardly found any flaws in Dylan. He was handsome with a very fit, muscular body. He had an amazing broad chest and comfortable arms to lean on. Dylan had a dazzling smile that would make all the women scream when they saw him. But most importantly for Angel, he had a perfect personality. Dylan was gentle and knew how to treat women well.

My chest pulled tight, like someone tied a rope around my ribs and kept pulling. Luca’s voice was distant. “Adrian? Talk to me.” But I didn’t answer. Because behind the sound of rain pounding the broken windows, I heard something else. Something raw. Something human. Something I didn’t want to hear but needed to. My own heartbeat. Fast. Uneven. Angry. Confused. I breathed out hard. “We’re done here. Burn it.” Luca nodded, pulling out gasoline. As we left the collapsing building, the flames began eating away the walls, sending smoke twisting into the storm.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like a drum. “You’re right,” Dominique said, his voice low and menacing. “But since you think I’m the devil, then I’ll gladly accept the name. And you, my dear, will be known as The Devil’s Handmaiden.” My heart raced as Dominique’s words hung in the air, a dark promise that sent shivers down my spine. The reality of my situation crashed down on me with the force of a tidal wave. This wasn’t just some cruel joke or a bad dream this was my new reality. And Dominique was the one holding all the cards.

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”

I'll be craving the man like I'm addicted to a drug, and then the next minute I'll be running away from him like he's the devil himself. Russo was sitting up in the middle of his humongous bed, looking at me with a mix of amusement and interest as the sheets were all tangled up about him. His unkempt appearance added to the raw allure that he exuded rather than taking away from it. At this point, it was getting difficult to even focus, and I knew that Russo was having a field day watching my discomfort, or maybe he was having improper thoughts just like I was. Either way, he was having a good time.