Picture Of The Real Devil の小説・ストーリー

I blushed, ducking my head. I felt another pair of eyes on me. They belonged to the hulking man seated beside Alpha Enzo. I had never seen him before. I shivered as his cold, calculating eyes bore into me. I broke the eye contact, feeling shivers all over my body. If my guess was right, then that was definitely the Devil Alpha.

He killed people like a beast, he shows people he'll like a Satan. He is what we call a devil, a monster… Right now, he is in a ring, it looks like hell for those who are innocent. This place is a partner of night. At nighttime it becomes a purgatory, an inferno where blood sheds like a waterfall, where cries can be heard like melodies. Here the most famous one is DEVIL, a MONSTER. Currently, that devil was standing in front of his opponent and was looking at him with red eyes veins popping out he was angry.

I heard the devils voice "And who are you" "The devil" "The devil" he said, everybody turned towards him, I did too, the look he has right now Scares me to the core, I have never seen him this angry, though he appears calm But you can see the fury in his eyes "Are you trying to teach me my job" Choke barked, the devil said nothing, that's more frightening He is not yet in his uniform, he is wearing a red T-shirt and black trousers, looking total badass.

ISA POV DEVIL INCARNATION. The real devil with all the maliciousness he carried on his sleeves. ALEXANDER ALDERMEN was a true devil, living among the lowly humans, totally unaware that he was walking among us every day of our lives and breathing in the same air we did. There was no way any man with a castle of bones, flesh, and blood could be so barbaric, so diabolical that he would burn a human being on a stake with a blank, void of any feelings face, just watching with a satisfied smirk as the burned, smoldered sheets of skin dropped to the floor, leaving the former perfect skin so burned to a point where I could see a bone, blood sizzling and steaming all over the open vessels.

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

He was dressed in darker tones, like the surrounding around them – like trouble dressed in control. She could sense the danger emanating off him, even more as he approached them and she couldn’t help but feel a pull to it. He wasn’t dangerous in a way that pushed people away but drew them in. When he came up to them, he had a slight smirk on his face as he looked from each of them. His eyes stopped for a moment on Laura, something flashed in them but he continued on to Scott. Scott stretched his hands for a handshake as boldly as he could, he was a little scared because he was staring at likely the second most powerful man in the country and he couldn’t afford to make any mistakes.

I swipe the lipstick across my mouth in one smooth stroke, meeting her eyes in the reflection of my compact mirror. "It’s like you’re.." "The devil?" I ask, snapping the mirror shut. "Maybe."

Are they some kind of a big ass organization, where bastards like Cole gather? When I turned to look at the devil, my confusion grew. He was just staring at the in front silently, like he was afraid he’d lost his sight out of him. I wanted to ask him questions, but he looks like he’s going to implode at one touch. He’s standing completely still, while his eyes are fixed on the old man with an intensity I’ve never seen before. The casual, smirking Cole I know is gone. He’s looking deadly. The politician—or whatever he is—wraps up his speech with a practiced smile. “Please, enjoy the rest of the evening.” He stepped down, and the room erupted into polite applause.

That was mind trying to betray me! He wears a white long sleeve shirt without a tie and a white trouser. So the devil want to act as an angel-scoff, his face is too sinful to be an angel. He keep his eyes on me without blinking, he makes me suffocate inside the full-conditioned cafetaria. Lidya try to fix her hair, she display her ten thousand megawatts smile that always works to melt everyone.