Little Bit Of Devil In Her Angel Eyes Novels & Stories

he warned her. Anna's eyes filled with tears, and she bit David's hand before spitting on his face. "You're a devil, a heartless demon. You scam people and have no compassion. What people think of you and what you truly are, are two different things," she cried out. David wiped the spit off his face with a handkerchief and glared at Anna. "You crossed your limit, little girl," he said, his voice laced with anger. He stormed out of the cell and locked the door behind him, leaving Anna to scream and cry in despair.

"Yeah, but you can't just ask me to do it here, you know. There are literally a lot of people around." "Do you want me to scare them away?" My jaw fell open. "What?!" "Oh, nothing darling." Valerian flashed a sly smile. "You really are a devil," I blurted out. Valerian laughed. "Well, I shoot my shot." "Pervert," I remarked as I grinned. Valerian laughed even louder. I saw how his shoulders moved up and down as his angelic laugh enveloped my hearing. Gosh. . . he sounded so heavenly.

The look in their eyes are almost same. The look of someone who'd do just anything, and will stop at nothing to bring their foes to their gruesome pieces, eyes of someone who loves watching the havoc they make, someone who loves smiling at the destruction and chaos they bring, grinning at the pains they inflict, the eyes of a devil. But even devils are ranked, she's an heartless one who has no good left in her to do, what good would she have left when she started seeing evil since birth??? But in his eyes, there are still some crumbs of humanity, and she's gonna use that against him a lot.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

As my vision cleared, I saw Dominique, standing at the far end of the room, his icy blue eyes locked on mine. Those eyes… they pierced through me as though he could see every ounce of fear in my soul, every tremble of my body. There was a darkness there, a gleam that sent a wave of dread crashing over me. "You wanted to know why they call me the Devil, didn’t you?" Dominique’s voice was smooth, his tone dripping with sinister intent. He took slow, deliberate steps toward me, and with each step, my heart raced faster. He signaled to the guards standing by the door. "Strip her," he ordered.

he whispered, voice low, dark, teasing. Her fingers slid over his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle as she closed the last inch between them, lips brushing his. “If I can’t kill the devil…” she murmured, voice trembling with fire, “then when I take my revenge… you’ll wish for anything but death.” Her eyes locked on his in a promise. “I will make you taste tears of blood, dear devil.”

It's not like I can't, it's more like I don't want to let her go. I don't know why but I want her to stay with me a little longer. I have never believed in love at first sight. Hell! I never believed in love at all. but there is something in her that makes me feel the need to keep her with me. she seems an angel to me. and at the same time, I am the ruthless Devil known by the world. her world is completely different from mine. she is innocent and I am cruel. she is kind-hearted and I am cold-hearted. she is a beautiful rose and I am worse than a thorn. I guess I want to ruin her innocence. I want to bring her to my world. this devil needs an angel and for me, she is the one. with that in my

And maybe she’d be right. Her eyes met mine — burning, accusing. I didn’t flinch. I let her hate me. If it meant she stayed alive, I could live with that. She reached me, the fire in her eyes barely contained, her fingers pressing against the bouquet as she looked at me. “ You look beautiful, Cara Mia,” I said, but I knew it would do nothing to calm the storm which raged in her. She avoided my eyes and turned to the priest. “ Let's get this over with.” Her words cut deeper than they should've. But I ignored it, I knew what I was setting myself up for when I kidnapped her uncle and held him at gunpoint.

The corner of his lips tugged upwards as he gazed at her shivering form. “I was planning on dragging you but you came in the Devil’s den yourself, Angel.” *****

“Like the sweetheart that she is. I don’t know why Denny says she’s a little demon. Perhaps she just loves me more.” That had us both chuckling because that girl really did act like a sweetheart – patient and calm when she was with Angel. The gloves came off whenever Denny was around. She loved her father, but she loved to mess with him just as much. She was five and would be a little hellion as she grew up. Out of nowhere, Angel’s eyes squeezed shut, her hands pressing against her temples. I could tell that she was in pain, but what the fuck was going on?