Romans & histoires Is Smile Demonic

And at it's tip, Clara could see a dark pink slit - the source of her pleasure, and her damnation. The demon did not hesitate. It grabbed onto Clara's little body, moving her open mouth onto it's shaft. "Let me taste your shaaaame!" the creature roared, and that's when it began. The pee of this terrifying creature hit her tongue and sent sensation of pleasure through her entire being. As always, Clara's mind grew hazy in an instant - and hungry with desire. She lapped it up eagerly, her moans escaping her lips against her wishes, while her whole body began to tremble. She had come to enjoy the demonic being's taste far too much, even though she did not want to - but she had no choice. It was

The contradiction is so perfect, it feels rehearsed. “Maybe they’re mistaken,” I say, trying for a smile I don’t feel. “People mix up faces.” “You don’t mix up John,” Demon replies with a half-smile that does nothing to hide his worry. “Not unless they’ve got another handsome idiot around here in a suit and perfect smile.”

Damien only smiles, his mouth curving into that devilish, demonic smirk of his—the one that makes my heart lurch even when I try to steel it. The closeness hits me like a shockwave. His scent, dark and heady, fills the air between us, wrapping around me until I feel suffocated. Panic rises fast. I place both my hands firmly against his chest and shove. Hard. But he barely stumbles. It’s as though my push means nothing to him.

Damien had a sinister smile on his face. He meant it.

The smile on his face got darker and he stepped away from Lexi, moving towards the group with determination on his face. Want to back out now? Impossible! “We are sex demons,” he let out, grinning as if he hadn't dropped a terrifying truth upon them. The revelation with his demonic grin, sent a chill down the spines of the five friends. The hairs on the back of their necks prickled in fear and the room instantly fell into an oppressive silence. Everyone looked too shocked to accept the absurdity of his claim except for Light and Reed, who were struggling to accept the reality. “A what?” Mike asked, incredulous, his brows furrowed in confusion.

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

I stared at Nicholas's face longingly. Looking at his face, no one could tell that he was a bloodthirsty killer or that he kill his victims for fun. Then my fingers unconsciously traced his jaw. The beautiful contours of his face. His lips curve on a charming smile while staring at my face. His eyes twinkled as they wrinkled with mirth. He was handsome. And dead. •••

But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck stand on end. The daughter was also exquisite, much like her mother and they both have the same hair color and texture. Her brown and wavy hair is swept excellently on her shoulders, and her ocean blue eyes seem very vast and virtuous, and her face resembles an angel. Her fine, crimson lips were curved in a crooked smile that cheers you up just by taking a close look at it.

I smirked down at him and he grinning at me. "My nickname is 'Demonic' isn't it? Shouldn't that answer your question?" "And do you, a demon, feel like they do? Can you love?" I took out a cig, and lit it up, putting it in my mouth while thinking of my answer. "Demons don't love." --- The day after was a good one. Jerome stood on top of one of the tables at lunch with a bunch of flowers at hand. He cleared his throat and started speaking as if he had a whole speech memorized.

A fifteen year old boy with the smile of a demon. “There is always that possibility. I’m sure I could find a few volunteers to drag you back, but I do not think you will be able to escape your destiny so easily. And if you do manage to leave all this behind you, perhaps your destiny lies elsewhere. To be honest, part of me worries about the kind of girl you intend to bring back.” His demonic smile wobbled back into that of a nervous teenager. “My taste in girls isn’t bad, you know? I’m sure you’ll find her appealing. At least physically.”