Nico Robin Devil Novels & Stories

Not literally the middle but I am close to the middle and can see what ever that happen. The stage had a shirtless young man, he looked like a thug with tattoos all over his body. He was bouncing, smiling and blowing kisses while the crowd cheer him up. "His opponent tonight!!!" A very loud voice said "Is no one but theeeee DEVIL!!!!" He shouted. I was about finding my way out when I noticed a familiar face. Devin is the DEVIL!

" Lucas' stunning face put on a playful look. His comment made Nico take three steps back. She was astonished as she looked at Lucas. "You… how did you know?" Lucas said slowly, "Never think of trying to cheat me. Don't attempt it, and never think you can be lucky while doing it." "You're indeed Lucas the Demon. You're scary!" Nico smiled coldly. Subsequently, Nico's body became engulfed in a dark aura, and she reverted to her original look. A gorgeous lady appeared before Lucas. However, that lady was not a human. Her face was blue, and both her cheeks had weird pictures on them.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

Nicolas entered the room through another door, pointing a gun and holding a robe in the other hand. "Luca, the intruder is defeated, but-" Nicolas noticed me. He noticed Luca. He noticed the terrified expression on my face. "Fuck," Nicolas whispered. Luca remained silent. He did not question me or Nicolas. Grabbing the robe Nicolas had thrown at him, he put it on and stepped toward me in one swift movement. I could not move. I could not breathe. I could not make sense of what I had just witnessed. “YOU!” he snarled, venomous sound emanating from his throat.

I just needed a little more, anything about Nico's next move. I turned, glass in hand. He was staring at me now, a brow raised suspiciously. I didn't know why he was looking at me that way, but I know it couldn't be right. Now that there was no other distraction in the space, it seemed his head had started to work a bit better, and I didn't want that. "Is something the matter—" "Wait a minute…" His eyes narrowed. "You're… you're Thomas Bush's girl. The Devil's wife."

"What do you mean?" "I just mean, you're a formidable businesswoman. I imagine there's quite a lot occupying your mind," he replied. A soft chuckle escaped me. His sense of humor, both humble and perceptive, intrigued me. "So, you're a lover of art?" I asked, turning back to the mesmerizing painting before us. "I'm obsessed," he stated simply. A faint, knowing smile played on my lips. "What's your favorite artwork?." "Devil in a Silhouette by Stéi Fontaine," he said without hesitation.

It’s an overpowering urge, more potent that it’s ever been. But we’ve more pressing matters to deal with first, of course, as Nico is all too aware. “That’s one devil down,” He trains his gun on my father’s current host. “one more to finish,” he coldly concludes.

While I wanted to meet his eyes and thank him for quieting the room, my attention was caught on Nico Deville. Perhaps it was Desmond's genes, but Nico was a near replica of his father. The only singular difference was his eyes. Nico had the auburn hair and stocky build of his father, but his eyes were hazel in color. The green and golden tones seemed to show more, brought out by his tanned skin. I wasn't the only one with my attention on Nico Deville. I could feel much more than I wanted to, and questioned how desperate some of these women truly were.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word,