Handsome Devils Novelas e Histórias

"Tell me what I have to do." Leviathan studied the young devil for long in heavy silence. He was astonished that Lucas was willing to give it all away for his human lover; a fragile being that'd eventually be the end of him. He stared at the devil's son. There was no fear in his eyes; just determination to get what he wants.

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.

Strong. “So what happens next?” I asked. His fingers turned, briefly closing around mine. “Now,” Dominic said quietly, “we become harder to buy.” Outside, clouds gathered over the city again, not storm clouds, but pressure clouds. The kind that sit heavy before something breaks. Marcus Vale had been a battle. What was coming next was a marketplace. And in that marketplace, I had just become a prize someone powerful intended to claim.

Obsidian cliffs rose like fangs, each echoing with the endless cries of the damned. Below, demons soared—winged monstrosities lashing the tortured with whips of bone and sinew. Blood ran like water in channels carved through black rock. We plunged deeper. A fortress rose from a lake of black fire—spires of rusted iron and sharpened obsidian twisted toward the sky. The Devil’s Keep. The heart of corruption. Through a broken window, we entered. Inside: firelit gloom, a forge of horror. Torture devices lined the walls. Hooks. Blades. Machines meant not to kill, but to unmake.

His expression was stern, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Devon?" The men were clearly confused, their brows furrowed in bewilderment. "You heard me, Max?" Devon asked coldly, his gaze boring into Max. "But he's a well-known player, a Casanova, Boss. Stopping him from having women in his bed is next to impossible," Max protested. "Girls are the ones flocking to him. They're all dying to spend the night with him, fantasizing about losing their innocence in his arms." "You heard what I said, Dex?" Devon turned his deathly glare towards Dex.

He was missing half his face. His jaw barely intact. But somehow—he escaped. Zayden made no move to chase after him. He simply exhaled, watching as the disfigured man disappeared into the shadows. His voice was calm, measured, deadly. “Run all you want.” A slow smirk curled his lips. “I’ll find you again.” And when that day came— There wouldn’t be any distractions. There wouldn’t be any escapes. Only a slow, painful end Back to the Present: The Past Comes for Hema

Chapter 6: The Kiss That Broke The Devil Lucian Devlin stood in the marble-tiled hallway, his silhouette commanding beneath the golden chandelier’s glow. He was carved from perfection, tall and devastating in a tailored black suit that clung to his broad shoulders and tapered waist like it had been stitched directly onto his body. Crisp white shirt, black tie, polished leather shoes. Immaculate. Effortless. Dangerous.

Tonight, blood debts demanded alliance. The SUVs rolled to a stop, engines grumbling low like caged beasts. Doors opened. Men stepped out—mercenaries, pale-eyed, movements deliberate, weapons slung low but not forgotten. They carried themselves with the quiet of wolves who’d killed too many times to need to posture. Then Marek emerged.

My eyes stared out into the bright afternoon sunlight, watching with a racing mind as Stone walked calmly down the porch steps to meet the rival club. The new President of the Devils was a very tall, heavily scarred man with a dark, ugly tattoo of a bleeding devil stretching all the way across his thick neck. He sat casually on the leather seat of his custom chopper bike right at the very front of their tight riding formation, surrounded by ten of his enforcers. He looked absolutely furious, his eyes scanning our compound with a deep, burning hatred.

*Harley's POV I can't imagine living without you — bloody liar! The music blares through the speakers as The Devils sing their latest single. Rock' n roll is what they are generally known for, although tonight they have peeled off a layer or two with some pop. They are a group of four guys with their signature long hair and tattoos. The lead vocalist is a handsome man with a nice trimmed beard and an enchanting voice. The bar is packed with people, more entering by each minute.