Handsome Devils Novels & Stories

Devon stared him square in the eyes, showing no fear despite the blood pouring down his nose. “Whether you like it or not, golden boy, Maya and I have history,” Devon spat out, his voice laced with sick satisfaction. He leaned his face forward as much as Hunter’s grip would allow, his grin widening into something vile. “You have no idea all the fun things we've done,” Devon laughed, leaning in to whisper the next words. “Her tight little cunt has always been mine.” His last words pissed an already enraged Hunter off even more. Hunter nodded slowly, giving an exasperated, short laugh that held zero warmth.

"You're so ugly. No man would ever want you. Before you die, I'll let you know what it's like to be with a man. You should thank me, really." The cruel words sent a wave of pain and humiliation crashing over Halsey. Her tears poured down once more. Then, with a sharp rip, the Stormborn Devil tore open her blouse. Halsey's delicate skin, the smooth porcelain-like beauty of a sheltered young woman, was exposed to the cold air. Her flawless complexion only seemed to fuel the twisted desire in the Stormborn Devil's eyes. "Your face is so ugly, but your body's quite a different story," he muttered, leaning down to kiss her.

’ Inner Devil 2: ‘He’s the fantasy starter pack: filthy mouth, perfect abs, loyal heart, and the kind of possessiveness that makes you feel safe and scandalous all at once. Inner Devil 1: ‘His mouth isn’t even that filthy. It’s… poetic.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Okay. Poetic filthy, then.’

I’m not usually into people as cruel as he is, but I guess I have the mate bond to thank for this unwanted, infuriating attraction. “Why are you staring at me?” he asks suddenly, not even glancing my way. Heat floods my cheeks, but I refuse to look away now that I’ve been caught. “Why not?” His jaw tightens. “Like what you see, do you?” “Nope,” I say, injecting as much disdain into my voice as I can manage. “Just committing to memory the face of the devil. You know, so if I’m ever asked to draw one, I’ll have a reference.”

He was still partially dressed from the wedding ceremony, though he'd removed his formal jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. His face was unnaturally beautiful in the flickering candlelight, with sharp, aristocratic features that looked like they'd been carved by a master sculptor. When she'd first heard rumors about the demon king, she had expected someone disgusting and frightening to look at. But when she'd seen him in the throne room, and again during the wedding ceremony, she'd realized he was the pure definition of a devil with beauty - gorgeous enough to make angels weep, but with a soul blacker than the deepest pit of hell.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

However, Devilio himself is nowhere to be found. She is still standing in the middle of the room when she hears a movement to her right. She turns and sees him; tall, wet, and with a towel tied around his waist. His brown hair has beautiful gold highlights. Kayola can’t help but wonder why a man this handsome could be so devilish? He’s devilishly handsome. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” He asks, and as he moves closer, Kayola takes a step back. She tries to move as far as she can from him but he keeps advancing towards her until she hits the wall.

This devil. Devi ran charged throwing his foremans against Hunter who cleverly ducked them and swung the spanner at him. Devi blocked the spanner with his hand and quickly elbowed Hunter in the face, he dropped the spanner. He grabbed Hunter and pulled him to smash him with his head but Hunter responded fast by pushing him away. While Devi staggered backwards, Hunter jumped at him with a punch which landed on his face and he hit the wall with a thud. “Help!” Ludo screamed in another room.

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them, He glows not for him but to bring peace in their life, to erase the Darkness around them, He became Devil not for Power, not for blood, Hater is killed with Kindness, Darkness is defeated with Light, He's Devil fighting against all other Devil's safeguarding his loved ones taking all the Darkness inside him

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.