Novel & Cerita He Looked Up Grinning Like A Devil

He said, grinning slightly with an evil glint sparkling in his eyes. _______

I inwardly rolled my eyes at that absurd thought. I shook my head with a small smile. “I liked it.” I watched warily as the devil’s lips slowly curled up. I was ready to smack him in the head but stopped when I saw him grin widely instead of smirking like I’d expected him to. His eyes looked livelier as his grin got broader, as if knowing exactly what was on my mind. I couldn’t help but look at him in absolute admiration wondering for the thousandth time how this incredible man could love me.

He's tone and the way he scrunched his face in disgust was way too funny. Once again giving out a sad yet genuine smile I said. "The Devil was also once an angle, wasn't he?"

The sound low and rich. Then I looked up at him with a grin. “Yeah. Let's do that”

He spoke, authority beaming from his tone. I rolled my eyes, restricting the wide laughter that was about to burst out of my mouth. Placing my hands on my mouth, I held it back, with a grin appearing on my face. I gave him a smirk and said, “I kept the devil waiting; he must be pissed with his own medicine.”

I raised my hands and stared briefly at it before dropping it back down to my sides. He laughed mockingly in a hoarse voice which can be translated to an evil sort of laughter and stopped abruptly. "Then I'll be waiting for your arrival." He had a smile like that of a devil plastered on his face as he spoke.

He was looking down at me, a cold, sharp smirk cutting across his face. The "Moretti devil" My sister’s fiancé

Ace says, flashing that infuriating grin. "You," I glare at the handsome devil before me, fully aware that "handsome" and "devil" shouldn’t even occupy the same sentence, yet here I was, powerless against his charm. Every word that spilled from my lips seemed to falter under the weight of that smirk, and while my anger simmered just beneath the surface, I couldn’t ignore the twisted thrill that accompanied his playful banter.

My mouth dropped; a scream dangerously close to escaping when his lips tipped up in a crooked grin. He held his pointer finger up to his mouth, then vanished.

“How did you get in here? I’ll call the cops!” He tilted his head, that smirk widening to reveal sharp canines that glinted like knives. “Oh, sweet Annabel. You know exactly who I am. You summoned me. Quite vividly, I might add. Dared me to come down and… what was it? ‘Eat your pussy like I mean it’? ‘Bend you over and make you scream’?” I stared, then burst out laughing—drunken, disbelieving hysteria. “The Devil? With horns? You? You’re way too handsome to be the Devil. You look like some cosplay model from a bad porno. This is a hallucination. I’m wasted.”