Miku Hatsune Sweet Devil นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The stage room was set in an Oran company, fans were crowded in the hall and the world was waiting for this show that had long been announced, this music show that would change many lives and dreams, a piece of music that would be sung by the most popular female musician in the world. I looked over at Russeli who was standing by my side with a black jacket and a black trouser, his hair was curled up bringing out the beautiful shape of his face and his straight nose, his eyes glitter with glint and like the stars the shines in the sky as he stares back at me.

Aldo turned his attention and looked at the figure of a girl whose eyes were invisible, because of the hair that covered her face. "Who are you?" Aldo exclaimed "Me? Mizuki, the devil's servant. Look, he's even going to fuck that girl and eat her heart. I'm surprised that today's devils can fall in love!" Mizuki exclaimed then suddenly disappeared from Aldo's sight. Making Aldo shrug, "Looks like we're watching the demon's movements right now!

At lunch break, Takuto casually pulled a small box from his bag and placed it on his desk. Inside, arranged with care, were five exquisite erasers: Pokémon Edition (Pikachu & Charmander) Kamen Rider Embossed Logo Hatsune Miku Concert Commemorative Version And... the legendary Gundam eraser. Miu’s eyes lit up like a magpie spotting treasure. “Whaaat?! Where did you get all these?!” Takuto pushed up his imaginary glasses again, giving her a cold, calculated smile. “You can borrow them. For a price.”

Her steps were soft and steady even though she needed to reach where she was going anytime soon before anyone would sight her. She finally reached a hut, she knocked on the door thrice so has to make the other person in the hit know who was there. A man opened the door, pulling the girl inside. So desperate, he removed the girl's cloak, caressing every part of her body. He was needy and at the same time yearning to lay with her. The woman was no other than Irene and the man was no other than Mr.Rossi. He locked his lips with Irene, kissing her so hungrily. He planted kisses on the nape of her neck, down to her collarbone.

The girl whom I hated the most replied in her sickening voice. She was none other than Kiora. How come I forgot about this snag?

Her lips were parted slightly to allow more oxygen to her lungs. “Hey… little devil…” she remained still but a frown builds up. He slid his hand to the side of her face and turned her to face him, then he placed a soft kiss on her lips. He breaks away and said “Open your eyes sweetheart…” in a low voice. She did as said, meeting Mike’s face close to hers. A twinkle in his eye. She recalled how vicious this innocent face was a few minutes ago– biting lower lips hard as he slams into her body

I knew I'd hit a nerve. "If you think you're getting out of this with my sister…" he mocked. "That's a real shame." He stepped back, heading for the door, but not before calling one of the soldiers waiting outside. "Bring the device," he ordered, and the soldier hurried off to obey. I knew what was coming, but I kept my expression hard. The soldier came back, holding a small device. That fucking device. Alessandro took it, examining the thing with disdain, then moved closer to me again.

“Give me everything, little moon. Ruin me.” She laughed—low, filthy, triumphant—and rolled her hips in a slow, grinding circle that dragged my swollen knot against her rim from the inside. The sensation was pure torture; pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. The Devil Alpha—three-hundred-and-fifty-year-old firstborn of Lucifer himself—was getting thoroughly, shamelessly fucked by his Luna.

Bella's POV I know Eva is not going to stay away from our table. She is just the type who is always looking for trouble. She comes to fetch our orders for drinks, and since I am not twenty-one yet, I am not allowed to drink alcohol. I asked for orange juice. Baron orders himself a glass of whiskey. Eva returns, and I can smell the alcohol in the orange juice. I put it aside. Baron looks at me, frowning and wondering why I am not drinking my orange juice.