Novel My Handsome Devil Novels & Stories

He was still partially dressed from the wedding ceremony, though he'd removed his formal jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. His face was unnaturally beautiful in the flickering candlelight, with sharp, aristocratic features that looked like they'd been carved by a master sculptor. When she'd first heard rumors about the demon king, she had expected someone disgusting and frightening to look at. But when she'd seen him in the throne room, and again during the wedding ceremony, she'd realized he was the pure definition of a devil with beauty - gorgeous enough to make angels weep, but with a soul blacker than the deepest pit of hell.

“that was just a reminder that you were owned by a devil, don't let me show you how I punish those who try to defy me. That is all. In time, Yesha Elaine, you will understand that obedience is safe… and that resistance is nothing but illusion.” As he turned and left, moving silently down the corridor, Yesha sank against the wall, trembling. The mansion stretched around her like a labyrinth, maids flitting past silently, cameras blinking like watchful eyes. She had tried. She had planned. And yet, the reality was undeniable: every inch of her world was controlled. Every exit, every choice, every breath had been mapped, anticipated, and claimed. She was trapped. Alone. Owned. And the billionai

“She is Pan and still unable to get a partner, that must be because of her rotten personality.” “You take that back.” Harper pointed at Eden, still hiding behind Noel. “I just haven’t fallen in love yet.” “Right, and you want MY Noel? What a load of bullshit.” Eden scoffed at the woman. “I can recognise an angel and a devil when I see one.” She scoffed back. “Well, whatever, just keep a lookout, Eden. “Noel might be yours right now but one slip up and you will see me take him away.” She said, walking in front of Noel. “By the way, are you Bi?”

I committed many atrocities all in the name of my so-called love fantasies for Tristan. Bad companies and Bad influence had messed with my head all through my life and had made me even more crazy, just the way I preferred it, but I had always been pretending to be the sweet angel in everyone else's eyes until now. I was soaked in the devil’s blood and could do anything to have what I wanted. Now I wanted Tristan and for good this time. Hazel was certainly not going to be a stumbling block in my way.

Harry bellowed struggling to stand up. "You dare touch my woman!" Devian gave a cold glance. His voice as cold as ever. Harry was stuck by his unpredictable work. "How can he find her in such a place?" He thought. "I'll not leave you. You are a nobody in front of me. I'll destroy you very soon!" Harry threw a punch to Devian but he dodged and instead Harry was thrown away by Devian in a blink of an eye. Soon after Harry was caught by the other two, Dean punched him hard and Harry fell back again.

Dio (God)… the hatred in them could burn an entire city to the ground. “Nikita!” Valentino’s voice thundered from behind her, filled with rage and warning. “Touch a single strand of her hair and I will show you exactly why they call me Il Diavolo di Milano (The Devil of Milan)!” She did not even turn to look at him. Instead, she smirked. “Is the Devil of Milan in the room with us?” she taunted, giggling lazily. My breath caught as her hand slid from my face to my chin, then slowly down to my neck.

She gasped. “I'm already doing it. I couldn't wait any longer.” “Tell me what you feel.” “A fire that won't go out, your mouth on my neck, your teeth on my skin, your breath. That sound you make when you take me like the world is about to end.” “Who turned you on?” “You, Devil. Only you.” Roman leaned toward the camera. His voice was like a knife. “Then don't stop.”

And fire, in his experience, was never easily contained. Lucian Moretti had never allowed interest, curiosity, or emotion to interfere with his empire. Yet here, in the quiet of his office, overlooking a city that feared him, he acknowledged a fact that made him almost uncomfortable. Aria Russo would be different. And the Devil of New York had already begun to consider how he would meet her, how he would control her, and how he would use every advantage at his disposal to ensure the debt was paid. But deep down, something else had started, a faint, imperceptible thread that he could neither name nor extinguish. Something dangerous, something he did not allow, but could not resist.

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,

I sighed a breath of relief because I knew once the devil was passed out, he would be out for the rest of the night. My lids were heavy and sleep was only moments away. I entered my dreamland and dreamt of a different life for myself. I didn't get far before I felt a hand clamping over my mouth. My eyes opened wide to find the devil pinning me down on the bed. His hand groped my breast, and I struggled against his dirty clutches.