Handsome Devils นิยาย & เรื่องราว

What made me quite surprised was his head and height. The devil in my imagination is an all-red or fiery figure with a shaved head and two small horns, and a huge and very tall man. However, this devil in front of me is not bald, but has long hair like genderuwo hair in usual. Even though he was still what I imagined, that is, he was blazing, but he was neither very tall nor very large. The devil's height and body size are roughly the same as basketball players. Reksa the devil tried to approach me one step, two steps; but that much I took a step back. There was a fear that I was holding on to and a feeling that I should not get anywhere near this one creature.

With a cold snort, Caspian walked over. At the same time, in the depths of the underground crack, an underground devil who was talking suddenly stopped talking. This underground devil was totally different from what Flame Gordon and Caspian had seen. The devils that Flame Gordon had seen were as tall as a mutated beast. The devils killed by Caspian had a slender figure and a ferocious face, like a monster. However, this underground devil had silver hair and wore silver armor. His figure was tall and slender, and his face was extremely handsome.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

The clueless newbie asked and the first lady took it upon herself to clear the air. “Listen rookie, big bad boss isn’t called that for no reason, in fact this name is his most virtuous one. He is popularly known as the devil! But you see, such a handsome face can sway even the heart of a god. He is a man whose cruel disposition is unmatched yet the ladies want him! Who can blame her for fawning over a poisonous flower. It’s beauty draws you in but when you lean in closer for a sniff you’ll be dead in seconds. In short, his handsome face is his honey trap, get it?”

“Then what are you saying? How would the Twins meet their ends?" Nathan's expression remained resolute, his blond hair perfectly messy. “By a monster more powerful and fearsome than them," he replied, his voice dripping with conviction. I raised an eyebrow, my refined nose wrinkling slightly in skepticism. “And what sort of monster is this? That is more powerful than the Twin demons?" I asked, my voice laced with doubt. Nathan's emerald eyes gleamed with a hint of excitement, his angular face set in a fierce expression. “The first of his kind and original hybrid, Death and the Devil himself... Eric Damian," he replied, his voice dropping to a whisper.

A massive, real life devil, the literal largest of life killers that ever walked the earth… kneeling before ME. At MY mercy. Hope flicks her tail playfully, and bats her eyes. Dante walks up to Rowan, clearly without any fear at all, and sniffs him. Hope wiggles our nose as the stench of sulfur and burnt skin flitters into our nose. When the devil huffs slightly, actual fucking smoke comes out of his nose. *Ohh man that’s awful,* Hope says, as she fights trying not to show her disgust at the smell. We stand frozen when the devil scoops up Dante’s large body and brings him so their noses rub. Awwww!

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.

He leaned against the brick wall, tilting his head back and closing his eyes, trying to breathe. He didn’t hear them at first. Two men stepped out of the shadows near the dumpster. Both were big, dressed in dark clothes that didn’t look like regular customers. One had a scar on the side of his face. The other cracked his knuckles loudly. Aiden’s eyes snapped open. He straightened up quickly. “You guys looking for something?” he asked, keeping his voice steady. “Bar’s that way.” The one with the scar smiled, but there was nothing friendly about it. “We’re not here for drinks, pretty boy.”

“Well I've never seen beauty quite like that. The deal is yours, Diavolo. I'll even add an extra five hundred million dollars for it to become a billion dollar deal.” “Whats the catch?” “I want the girl.” My stomach flipped as I saw the devil cosplayer rise to his feet. He said something I wasn't fast enough to catch, but on closer inspection, I realized he was talking into the plug he had on. The curtain began to close. I was helped out of the glass. Before I could blink, everyone backstage had disappeared. I heard footsteps behind me and on turning, I saw the devil. “Well played.’’ He clapped. “You can’t sell me!’’ I blurted in panic.

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.