Miku Hatsune Sweet Devil Novels & Stories

- he assured fervently, releasing her wrist, then with the other hand slipped the mask off his face. - Sorry for the attack.- Miyuki said hesitantly, and when finally saw his whole face, she recognized him immediately, even though he was wearing heavy makeup in the music video, and now his eyes were only slightly underlined with eyeliner.- I'm sorry, but are you perhaps... Aoi Takashima?- she asked, looking at him closely. - Don't tell me that you are my fan...- he sighed with a slightly weary face. - No, no, nothing like that.- Miyuki quickly denied.- But my best friend is, that's how I got to know your face. I don't have TV at home, so I mainly heard your voice before that.- she explained.

She snickered as she stood upright looking down at me with a crooked smile with arms crossed against her chest. Mika was worse than the devil. She casually walked towards me taking slow deliberate steps and walking round me. "You're mine Alpha Tristan Thompson Rogers" She whispered into my ears grazing my cheeks with her lips. It was so irritating that I almost puked. "You're evil Mika, no wonder your mother hated you" I lashed out and she laughed clutching her stomach hard like I just cracked a very funny joke. "I've never said I was a saint Tristan, in fact I love being evil. There are a lot of things you do not know about me Tristan but you must know that I can end of make you with just a

I tried to locate the origin of the sound and noticed a screen featuring a girl— small and delicate as one seems to be. Her age could be anywhere from 16 to 19. It's striking to say that she's fair in a flawed, accessible way. [Ah, sorry. This is … uhm, you could say that she is the A.I. interface of the system that governs the whole operation of Evangelion.] "The Developer is a man of culture, I suppose," I told myself as I noticed how he was simping on a 2D projection.

Alpha Dante would see her for who she really wasn't, and in the aftermath, he would turn to me for solace and support. A wicked smile danced across my lips as I opened the door, ready to play my part in this intricate game of manipulation. It was a role I relished, for in the end, I would emerge as the victor, securing my rightful place as Alpha Dante's Luna and leaving Aurelia shattered in the wake of my own deception.

Pliny (Natural History, Book Eight, paragraph 33) tells us nothing of the posthumous aptitudes of this ophidian, but the conjunction of the two ideas of seeing (mirar) and dying (morir) vedi Napoli e poi mori [see Naples and die]—must have influenced Shakespeare. The gaze of the basilisk was poisonous; the Divinity, however, can kill with pure splendor or pure radiation of manna. The direct sight of God is intolerable. Moses covers his face on Mount Horeb, “for he was afraid to

His dim eyes stare at Aimer and a moment later glance at Aahva. “Aimer, I think If I’m not wrong. You told me about human type devil, didn’t you?” “Eehh.. Yeah, why?” Aimer’s eyes are a little rounded, his voice a bit difficult to get out, his face looked a bit confused by Abelard’s intentions. “Could human type speak like normal human and it can think as if we, human?”

" I asked. She smiled coldly. "I'm different from you. I love him, and I'd do anything for him." "There's nothing worse than someone who's both foolish and evil," I stated, not an emotion on my face. I had originally thought May was the spy's accomplice, but she had simply just been left widowed and lonely after my brother's death, and was targeted by the impostor's deliberate visits and displays of concern. She became willing to do anything for him, and had even changed her appearance to help him achieve his goals.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

was the next thing I heard. Yes, that was the name I heard repeatedly as the memories came, not Louisa!! My eyes opened slowly, as my curiosity level reached its peak.. Then, I saw him despite my blurred vision.. Nah.. not Keith.. It was the devil, my first love!.. He was with my child and had obviously just walked into the room. “Judith..” he called again.. My heart cursed him a hundred times at that moment as the memories and understanding got more clearer, still leaving me mute and insanely weak...