He Looked Up Grinning Like A Devil Novels & Stories

The evil glint in his eyes shook me to the core and the small smile playing at his lips, proved to me he was truly a devil in disguise. Why the fuck I said the truth?

The devil dances in my eyes as I smile down at him looking smug as fuck. "You and I are going to have a lot of fun."

“Who is it?” He grimaced and barked in discontent. When he looked up, he was confronted with a very handsome face. It was also an extremely gloomy face.

I turn around swiftly , hoping desperately that I just imagined that voice. Unfortunately for me , I did not imagine it. The devil himself was standing right in front of me with a smug look on his face. He wears a grey sweat pants , with his upper body bare from any fabric. His appearance does not help at the least , as the wetness between my legs get greater. My throat feels like sand paper , though I just drank water a few seconds ago.

I swear my eyes were popping out of their sockets, and I probably looked like a dying fish the way I was gaping, my mouth opening and closing soundlessly. “You vile creature,” I finally screeched, my voice cracking with fury and a desperate need to hide the true nature of my reaction. But it was too late. A slow, devilish smirk made its way onto his face, a cruel understanding dawning in his eyes. He licked his bitten lip that was now bleeding, a drop of scarlet staining his perfectly sculpted jaw, and grinned widely. “Well, well, well, what was that about?” he taunted, his voice a low, knowing rumble that sent a fresh wave of humiliation through me.

Qaetanya growls through me. The devil grins in glee. “Well, hello, Qaetanya.”

he continued. “Wait who are you?” I asked as I managed to get up from him “You do not know me?” he asked “No, but I can see two horns on your head and a tail wagging behind there, are you the devil” I replied He chuckled as he stood up and said “Is that what you think of me? I’m a devil figure to you, wow okay” he said as I started laughing. “What is so funny” he asked “Well I didn’t know the devil gets hurt when he knows people see him as the devil it is actually funny” I said as I kept laughing and he watched me.

He had flawless skin, icy blue eyes, dark luscious hair, and a smile so devilishly beautiful. My mouth almost fell open because, what the hell. I knew demons had a strange kind of beauty to them, but I never expected this. I thought he was going to be normal looking, not like someone who ladies would drool looking at. He stretched like he'd just woken up from a long nap, rolling his shoulders and grinned at us with a perfect yet annoying smile. “Well hell, boys... and girls,” he said, wiggling his fingers. “Oh, it's so good to see you boys again. Missed me?”

One eyebrow lifted, and a knowing look appeared on his face. The bastard. “Well, well, well.” He grinned, an evil smile that sent shivers down my spine. “What do we have here?”

I need a freaking break or my body will not take it anymore and will just give up without any more wounds. "You are tired already?" the devil spawn asked, with obvious mockery in his tone. I looked up at him with a glare as I saw him standing in front of me with that annoying grin plastered on his face. His hands were inside his pocket as if he was really enjoying my situation right now. Someone, please stop me, or else I can’t help myself but punch this guy in the face to wash off that freaking grin he has. "Damn you!" I muttered with irritation as I rolled my eyes at him.