He Looked Up Grinning Like A Devil Novels & Stories

I heard him smirking and I looked at him with a slight glare as he stood from the bed. Then I rolled my eyes playfully. He's the fucking Devil.

He would never let me. I smiled sadly before turning back to him, hiding my emotions by wearing a playful smirk. He’s still staring at me and I could see no reaction, but his eyes speak a lot of things I couldn’t decipher. “What? What’s with that look?” I saw him gulp real hard which made my forehead knot. “Nothing. I. . . I never thought that this day would come. To be greeted by a devil the moment I open my eyes.” “Fuck you!” I spank him hard on his leg and pain immediately etched on his face but there was a smile plastered on his lips. Damn him!

he said. I looked up and found him grinning in a strange, unsettling way. His face looked almost… broken.

𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦�

But that look in his eyes told me to expect him later, maybe in the depth of the night and his devilish smile made me too aware that this was only the beginning. Fuck! As if one Devil was not enough!

Maybe because I didn't see it a lot, I couldn't remember a time there was a smile on his face at school rather than him showing off his cocky grin to me. "Yeah, I'm the devil... happy?" He asked, showing off his cheeky grin, I would push this conversation anywhere just to see it longer. Something was on his mind, maybe just a couple of minutes of conversation would help him, give him some time to uncloud that brain of his. "Oh yeah, no it makes sense no wonder you're always so mean" I playfully spoke, and his eyes glared over. "It's a package deal", he sighed, saying the words. His smile was fading and as he liked behind him. It was gone.

He said in a determined tone. “I’m not sure what that means…” I said slightly confused. Do what right? We packed up the bag up before he smirked that devilish grin indicating I was in trouble. I raised a brow at him unable to hide my genuine smile. He looked like a playful child when he had that look. “What am I not going to like?” I asked him when he just kept my gaze. “Are you ready?” He asked raising his brow back at me. “Ready for what?” I asked curious.

Alex Henderson. Archer stomped his small feet, damn loud, in front of me and i could tell it was annoying the rest of the people around but really I didn't give a fuck about them. The boy really did whatever he wanted. Either way, I could tell him to stop and he won't. I huffed and he turned to look at me grinning widely, that was doom, I knew it too. “What's with the devil's look, huh?” I question, watching him with careful eyes and he shrugs his shoulders, still smiling.

The one still standing between my legs, the one who had his fingers shoved inside me moments ago, the one whose face I thought belonged to the man I trusted. He meets my stare without shame, without a flicker of remorse. Slowly, deliberately, he lifts his hand the one slick with me and slides those same two fingers into his mouth. He sucks them clean, eyes never leaving mine. Then he smiles. It's not a smile that belongs on a human face. It's the kind of smile you'd see in a nightmare. A smile that belongs to the devil. "You're..." My voice is barely a breath. "Atticus?" He grins wider, the malice in his eyes lighting up. "Surprise, doll face."

“But when one corner of your mouth lifts up, you’re like a devil wearing a lopsided smile.” “Devils are angels,” he stated. Their eyes locked at each other for some moments until he looks away. No, he isn’t intimidated nor was he afraid that she’d see his soul, he had a fun idea in his head. “Why don’t we stop by Charles’ and Jason’s office?”