Novel & Cerita Little Bit Of Devil In Her Angel Eyes

If I'm alone here, I could break out that I can't even have the strength to go home. "Nah... You just can't see how fine and perfect he is as a man, he's indeed a god from Mount Olympus that came here to capture me" she looked at the sky like she's imagining him, daydreaming with her eyes full of admiration, I can see how happy she is every time she'll mention his name, her eyes are always twinkling, far from the lifeless eyes that I first met. But I'm afraid, from what I've seen in him, he doesn't take anything seriously and he loves playing games with others, he can be just playing with her all along, who knows, but she's like risking her own life just by loving him for he is a devil and s

She retaliate the stare and directed her gaze into his blue eyeballs, his look was terrifying, it was cold, and it cut deep into her heart and made her body tremble but she was not going to back away. With every strength and courage she had, she asked; "What did you want from me, the devil?" A thin smirk appeared on his face and it disappeared as it came. She had the courage. The first Lady to stare into his eyeballs, the first female to question him, he wanted to break that courage and he would. After all, he is the devil, his name only sent a shiver through the human spine and this small lady with big courage standing before him is not excepted.

“You'll help me in great time because, you know what, I'll pluck those eyes out and gift them to her. Boy, they look exactly like someone she loathes with so much passion, and as for your little heart, I'm going to pluck it out and feed it to my wolf!“ With that, she blared her fangs at him, causing the whole class to run out while screaming. Clever girl! She had actually remembered the eyes of a certain woman she saw on television, and her mother confessed to hating her with so much passion. Zach junior, who hadn't expected Miracle to shift from an angel to a little demon in a short time, ran out of the class alongside the others, the words “she is a demon, she is a demon" escaping his lips

{ Vivienne's Outfit } "I wouldn't shout at my sugar if I were you" her soft angelic voice echoed Her Italian accent thick and unworldly Chaol turned and his face fell at the sight of my baby. Still jealous I see. She strutted past him without batting an eyelid, and took her place on my lap, right where she belongs. "Miss me?" She asked, her arms winding round my neck as she dotted kisses over my jaw I kept my face impassive, refusing to give anything away in front of these morons.

"Be careful, Valkyrie. The angel shouldn't fall for the devil." I have the perfect answer. He thinks I'm the angel, but I'm not. It's him. He's the avenging angel, while I'm the devil's daughter. "Then maybe you shouldn't fall for me." I feel like I'm crawling over thin ice just by saying that, but I needed to. And I need to trust that this strong connection between us is solid enough to keep us together. Alessio touches my face, bringing his nose to mine. As he looks at me, I wonder if he can tell that I now know about the past and what my father did. It's the only reason why I could have said what I did.

I leaned forward so that our forehead touched and I looked deep into her tired eyes. It was mesmerizing and I love her eyes. I removed a few strands of wet hair from her face and kissed her forehead, then her cheeks. "Are you alright?" My voice came as a whisper. "Yeah. What about you?" She whispered, looking into my eyes. I just nodded, and couldn't take my eyes off of her. She's the angel but I was the devil. She was a saint but I was a sin. She was innocent but I was corrupted. She was the healer but I was the destroyer.

Too bad though, she would have to disturb him since simply here problems couldn't wait " Sam" The boys opened his eyes to stare directly at her, a cheerful smile from its way across his lips " hey Angy, how is your morning " " Fine, but there's something I need to talk to you about " " is it serious? " " very" She took the seat beside him. Sam stared at her expectantly. Angy took in a deep breath before muttering " I saw a devil " " A what?" Sam frowned "A devil. As in a boy with red eyes and hair, a very good-looking one at that but you know the scariest thing? he has horns"

I begged, my voice barely above a whisper, strained and fragile. Her fingers dug deeper into my forearm like iron bands, unyielding. I hadn’t even registered the broken glasses scattered across the floor until that moment—jagged shards glinting under the harsh overhead lights, ready to slice into skin with the slightest misstep. One wrong movement from either of us, and blood would surely follow. “You are truly an angel in everyone else’s eyes,” she hissed, her voice low and venomous, laced with barely contained fury. “And I… I am the devil. But from this moment forward, I will twist your fate until it breaks.”

Now that angels were involved and had managed to get so close to her, I didn't have time to lose. Angels were another thing humans got wrong. They aren't pure and virtuous like people thought. Yes they started in heaven, but they were mostly warriors. They were brutal, murderous, warriors who care as much about other people’s lives as demons. When you get right down to it there isn't too much difference in demons and angels. Demons promise to make all your dreams come true and we do for a while, but we never lie. When we make a promise we keep it. You just have to be very clear as most people leave a lot of room for extra creativity on our part. Angels, however, they make you believe they

She felt Olivia before she heard her. Olivia made her way downstairs. She'd heard the car drive up over an hour ago and wondered what kept Cassandra away. Then she'd thought about it, and she'd known. Olivia's judgment. Olivia's sense of right and wrong. Olivia's naive thinking was that the world was simply black or white. She couldn't change the fact that she hated what Cassandra did, or what she stood for. And she couldn't start thinking that even though everyone around her thought they were the good guys, they weren't. But she could offer Cassandra the comfort of a friend. She'd grown up in this world, she'd seen the worst kind of people in it. Emma, Vance, Pedro, and Cassandra weren't li