Invisible Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

I watch Lana as she happily hums while she prepares the ingredients for this special dish as to what she calls it. I don’t know but all the ingredients she has collected are leaves and some black berries in a size of cherries if it in our world world. I think that is like the counter part of pepper. I tried tasting it and… my gosh! It’s way too spicy and bitter. “Lana, can you tell me everything about Evetora while you’re at that?” I ask her bored as I play with the fruit I have taken from the basket that has this yellow and green color in a shape and size of an apple.

She only thought witches have the power to appear anywhere they want but a vampire? "Sacred are you?" Zephyr muttered softly. His eyes were red, blood-red and Penelope could feel the anger exuding from his body. "My king!" Penelope mumbled. Zephyr smiled, closing the space between him and Penelope while the latter also decided to create a huge space between them by walking backward. She could see in his eyes that he wasn't in his right senses, he never was! She finally reached the wall, there was nowhere she could run. Zephyr's smile grew bigger at this, he placed his right hand on the wall and used his left hand to caress her beautiful skin.

“Even if they are willing to, do you—as her mom—really have the heart to marry her off to that devil incarnate?” “A man widely known for being ruthless, sadistic and cruel? Yes, his reputation might include some elements of exaggeration, but he must have gained the nickname, ‘Mr. Devil’ for a reason, don't you think?” The more I spoke, the more I realized just how ridiculous this arranged marriage was proving to be. “Most importantly—” "No one, and I mean no one, has ever seen his face! No one knows if he's old, young, or hideous! But the general idea is that he's an old, dying man because only that explains why he's kept himself hidden for so long.“

It just caused a little ripple in the Yin and Yang Pisces Diagram. Sikou Yong's eyes were fixed, and the demonic voice was endless. There seemed to be millions of devils roaring in the void. The devils were dancing wildly. They kept slapping toward Ding Hao. In an instant, palm prints gathered together and turned into a horrible black giant palm, which was like a huge mountain of five fingers, rushing toward Ding Hao with a loud bang.

Rain’s pov He marched towards me, crouched down, coming face to face before me as he pulled down his hood, and my stomach tightened with dread. The rumours about him were always about his cruelty and the agony he'd caused but none ever warned or prepared me for how beautiful the devil looked like. His face looked like it had been sculpted after the word perfection. The detailed outline of his jawline, and that provocative stare he wore like a garment was alluring. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at him. How can a devil be this beautiful?

Ivan opened the documents and picked one out of the pile on his hand with a very happy mood. His eyes caught a glimpse of a fruit laid out in a bowl. It was a Nori fruit, which may have been left there by Alicia due to the guilty feelings she had of eating them all by herself. Ivan smirked and forced himself to have a bite of the fruit which wasn’t his preference at all. “Basil, please pick the best ones out of the bunch and send it to the Queen Mother.”

“The women aren’t the only jealous ones here Astraia. Now, eat the sacred fruit and become one…” Naremi said before stepping away and finding a seat with the others. I looked down at the fruit, truly amazed by its appearance. The appearance of a watermelon on the outside, and the flesh of a strawberry inside. I took a bite and it was so tender and sweet. It wasn’t very big so I finished it in three bites. Lio finished his in two. We tossed the rinds to the ground and looked into each other’s eyes.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

The silk whispered free; the top buttons of his shirt popped open, revealing the strong column of his throat, the ink of his pack mark curling over his collarbone. My mouth watered. My womb clenched so hard I saw stars. Then He reached for the little cross-body bag still slung across me, sliding it off my shoulder and tossing it aside like it offended him. Then his fingers were on my chin, grip firm, tilting my face up until I had no choice but to meet his eyes, glowing molten gold in the dark. “Are you in heat, Eve?” The question rumbled out of him, raw and dangerous. I tried to look away. He didn’t let me.