Novel & Cerita Little Bit Of Devil In Her Angel Eyes

her heart stuttered and her face ashen. "Wha..what do you mean?" raw panic could be heard in her voice. He roughly grabbed her tiny waist and pressed himself further into her, crushing her between the door and himself. She wasn't able to breathe. "The Devil wants you, Sweet Angel. And he doesn't like to share," he whispered. More tears fell from her eyes as she struggled in vain to get her hands out of his hold. "You will do well to keep away from Gary or I'll slaughter him right in front of you. You know, a devil never fails to follow through his threat," he hissed dangerously in her ear before licking the rim of her ear.

My eyes were dry, unable to produce tears, and the fire crackled as the only answer. Then the sound of an engine joined. Sharply, I whipped my head around and beheld the devil. A real one. Only a devil would enjoy the bath of flames. Hell, he leaned against his car with a cigarette stuck between his lips. Only a devil would smile while watching me without pity. But with awe. I found myself leaving the ground. Regardless of my fraile bones, I remained on my feet. “Tell me, Angelique.” The name rolled off his tongue like a death sentence.

Even if devyn chevon was to get his love, he would be more furious to see the gift he had implanted into his dear Angelina. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ For what seemed like forever, Angelina felt the sun's reflection emitting into the window, hitting her face to a point that she couldn't stand it. She turned and turned but she felt something soft underneath her, it've been months since she felt this lush softness, the fragrance that filled her nostrils and fore senses was mouth watering. Where was she!? She was sure that the devil would never put her in a better room and secondly she remembered that she was present in the weird meeting that was going on between the devil and his incarnates.

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

Beautiful in a way that still hurts. ‎Black tux cut to kill. ‎Eyes scanning the room like he’s cataloguing threats. ‎And then those eyes find me. ‎Across champagne flutes and chandeliers and two years of distance. ‎They find me. ‎And the glass slips from my fingers. ‎Shatters on marble like gunfire. ‎Because the devil I prayed I’d never see again just walked straight back into my life. ‎And the woman still holding my hand—the woman who just called me the kind of girl her grandson deserves—is Olga Romanov.

She wondered what the real color of his eyes would be like. ‘Wait!!! What are you thinking? Why are you staring at him like you are going to rape him in the next minute?’ the mini angel version of her whispered-shouted at the side of her ear. ‘Isn’t he all juicy handsome? You deserve some fun in life? Gurl!!!’ the mini devil version of her murmured casually at the other side of her ear. ‘You do not listen to that mutt head. Are you not still waiting for someone to pursue you? Remember the bucket list you created.’

, she greeted. "It's nice meeting you too Melissa. I'm Eleanor", I greeted back. "I'll take you to your hotel Eleanor", she smiled. "Sure...let's wait till my friends join us", I looked back at our room. Our room. It feels nice right. Suddenly the door opened and the devil came fast towards me. No..no.. "You played really unfair my girlfriend", he smirked. "I'm not the type to play by rules my boyfriend", really Eleanor do you want to die. My inner voice shouted.

She whispered, still trying to save herself from the devil. “Yes, I had promised but what you did in return deceived me, breaking my trust” He yelled at her face. His hand groped her breasts, squeezing hard to make her whimper. “I don't want it” She yelled, Her face was red like her body. Her heartache was more than her body. She never thought in her life that Liam would hurt her. The last person who can see the tear in her eyes. “The day you put your feet in this abandoned factory, following me just because of your fucking doubt, Everything was ruined at that moment” He yelled squeezing her bosom mercilessly and pinching her nipples. The only thing visible in his eyes was anger, a wave of b

Stupid Ella wasn't able to recognize him just the way she wasn't able to recognize me as a devil instead of his brother, Oliver. I had made a spell around Oliver's room beforehand so all her banging and shouting went to waste that night. I watched her that night carefully, she looked incredibly beautiful when she got angry, her skin had turned pink to red and her nose looked quite funny when it turned red and the way her nostrils were flaring. I couldn't help but smirk, her anger looked too cute to me, and then I frowned at what I was actually doing. As a devil, how could I find something cute?

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.