Handsome Devils Novels & Stories

* Boom* a very loud like explosion sound was heard from where the devil and Celea fell, the interaction made the whole ground shake and even crack Celea had the upper hand in this fight but the devil isn't gonna give up just like that he then looked in the direction of Azar and Celea let her guard down to make sure Azar is still alive, he was indeed safe, she fell into the devils trap of making her lower her guard he then stood up very fast and stubbed her with his sword

“Smitten, aren’t you?” a disembodied but familiar voice asks. Devlin stands up slowly, brushing his wet hand angrily across his mouth. He hunches forward as if preparing for a fight and huffs as the voice bearer walks inside the bathroom. The man has a fresh scar across his nose and a corny, nefarious smile dancing on his pink and supple heart-shaped lips. His posture screams pride, arrogance and conceit, values heaven granted him at his birth.

Without giving a thought to the consequences of my actions, I slip from Mason's protective shadow and stand on my own, leaning against the table. My gaze meets the newcomer's, and the cheery introduction on my lips die a quick death. And Vanessa said Damon is "absurdly handsome." Devon is good-looking in an…uncanny way. His moss green eyes and honey blonde hair, coupled with his perfectly symmetrical face, gives him the appearance of a beautiful devil. He isn't as muscled as Mason and Damon, but his lean frame looks sexy as hell in leather boots, a stylish trench coat, pristine white shirt and dark slacks.

They hurriedly through the store till the front door. “Freeze…” Policemen point their guns towards them. Their headlights shining towards them. Jeremy raises his hand up, letting the gun drop to the ground. “Damn it!” he curses. It’s been five weeks since Jeremy and Laurel went on their final heist together. They have not set eyes on each other ever since. Laurel is kept waiting in a holding cell and the smell of her own urine has suddenly become an acquaintance of hers. The bar rods separating her from other cells are way too familiar and the loneliness has gradually eroded some part of her sanity. No doubt before the next couple of weeks, she would have gone completely insane and a full

They were seeing nothing but flashing lights, smoke, money, and beautiful people. The bartender later brought the wines. DOMAINE ROMANEE CONTI LA TACHE: The most expensive wine that the club had, costing over forty-eight hundred USD Dollars for each bottle but that was not an issue for the men as they quickly paid all of them. They ordered even more different brands of wine and alcohol. Soon, they began drinking until their hearts gave out. Some continued to smoke, hallucinations following after. Others were making out and touching each other bodies, getting intimate, and stimulating one another. One of the guys walked with a lady, getting away from the premises to have their privacy.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

I ask, feeling bad for the woman who is blinded by love. Bethany began to answer in a bitter tone. “I truly don’t know what she sees in that man. Yes, he’s handsome but his character is truly quite ugly. He’s more of a hit it and quit it type of man. He’s been known to be the Devils’ son.” Bethany made a sound of disgust. “Devils’ son?” I spoke out loud. Dread slowly began to fill me. Like the horror of an avalanche coming a person’s way.

Yet Clay doesn't breathe another word. Disdain, unlike anything Clay had ever seen before, catches sapphire flaked with garnet. The hostile burn temps Clay to slightly upturn his lips into a poisonous smile. Elegance wouldn't be the first affiliation the elder would grant the boy colored with pastels of a fogged dawn, but the flutter of aggression that spills over Damon's lashes to splash over heated pools, sings of its own special charm. Rouge, untamed. Damon Salvati…dripped of challenge.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

The crimes the people have done for me are beyond lifting and just brushing it under a rug as nothing happened and of course, dear Angelo was being a fucking airhead and accepted the offer. This brings us here. A pissed-off boss and idiotic bastard paying for being a rat and a dumb worthless piece of shit. We are collectively known as the French Mob and singularly known as Les beaux voyous. One of the important rules that comes with working with me. Is that rats like Angelo will get punished for their sins. If anyone ever tries to double cross me they better make sure I never find out or they will fucking regret it.