Novel & Cerita Miku Hatsune Sweet Devil

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?

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.

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.

“Isn’t that right, darling?” All the security I felt was thrown out the window as his cold voice washed over me. I opened my mouth to respond, but Viktor beat me to it. “A human Luna.” He clicked his tongue. “Unusual. The pack will definitely talk.” “The pack can talk all they want.” Luca said, his voice dropping to a dangerous level. “My choice is not up for discussion.” The air shifted around us, as if there was an invisible force. Viktor smiled, forcefully, revealing his sharp teeth. “Of course. My apologies. Welcome to the family, Mrs Moretti.”

Rain’s pov He marched towards me, crouched down, coming face to face before me as he pulled down his hood, and my stomach tightened with dread. The rumours about him were always about his cruelty and the agony he'd caused but none ever warned or prepared me for how beautiful the devil looked like. His face looked like it had been sculpted after the word perfection. The detailed outline of his jawline, and that provocative stare he wore like a garment was alluring. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at him. How can a devil be this beautiful?

Asahu shouted in shock by what she did. "Don't disturb me, I hate pests like you! So please will you just close that hole in your face that you call a mouth" the girl said. Asahu looked at her and said "You know Mitsuki, your as cold as Kazuko" Mitsuki who's the girl with the ice powers and snow colored hair kept quiet and didn't say a word. "I hate the both of you really" Asahu said as he then walked away from them. Meanwhile Natsu finally landed on the ground, in other words he reached the depths of the pit.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

She flashes me another smile and adds "I think you're in my chair" And I think that I'm still unconscious because there's no way this is the woman they've dubbed La Diabla. Those two words translate to she devil. How evil does a woman have to be for the whole country to refer to her that way? The person in front of me is... No, it's impossible. Perhaps Fan's wife sent her to mess with me or this is a joke. Taking out my phone, I look up Catalina Ferrero. The first picture of her that pops up makes my stomach sink. It seems that she's been trending for the past few days. In the photo, she's covered in blood and the headline reads, "Mrs. Ferrero slaughters chicken for her guests during late hu