Quickly Wear The Face Of The Devil Novels & Stories

A ruthless underworld heir and a disgraced investigative journalist are forced into a fake engagement that ignites a dangerous, all-consuming passion. Their love is tested by betrayal, power struggles, and a conspiracy that threatens to destroy them both.

The Devil was expensive…and I was foolish to think expensive only related to cash. Vincent watches me, clearly amused by the look of it. His body is relaxed, like he's got all the time in the world to wait for my answer. “You're too fucking expensive,” I hiss under my breath. His reply is a short laugh. “Do we have a deal?” I take the mask off. “Deal.” He smiles. My heart dives into my stomach and goosebumps rise over my skin. It's a smile that means one thing. It's a promise, one that needs no words. I am not leaving this deal the same.

♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️ When the devil swore with the intention of destroying your life, she doesn’t come out wth horns. She's best to win you if she walks in wearing velvet heels, all dressed on silk, the exact one that hug your body shamelessly. This time, she's dedicated to hugging every regret you succeeded in burying and with the deadly smile: “Remember how you kissed me?” Her name?

I kept tossing and turning and I couldn't fall asleep. How could I after my interaction with the devil? All I could think about was him, his words and his stupid smouldering eyes. Is it possible that he might be attracted to me? No way! He can hardly stand my presence or even hold a conversation with me. Then what did he mean by do something he might regret? Maybe like shove me against the wall to hurt me or maybe...to kiss me? I was aware of his violent nature but I knew he wouldn't stoop so low as to hurt me physically.

His hands moved across my body caressing my breasts, waist, and thighs… There was something terrifying in his gaze, he looked like a devil who was trying to devour me. He acted feverishly, without any gentleness, but I shamelessly submitted to whatever he wanted to do with me giving back his caressing and kisses. He forcefully torn the top of my dress along the neckline revealing my naked chest and began fondling and squeezing my breasts. Then he slid lower and started playing around my chest with his tongue, and gently biting my nipples. At the same time his hands went down my thighs ripping off my underwear. Then he started to stroke my inner thighs reaching deep inside me with his fingers

I looked up at him and I immediately forgot about how embarrassed I was. He's so damn handsome and that must be what devils look like. I thought to myself. Devils, in real life, don't have horns. Otherwise, it will be too easy to identify them in the crowd. Instead, they've got a pretty face, a hot body, and countless amounts of money to buy the whole universe. They walk the walk and talk the talk. Then, before you know it, bang, you become their puppet with their hand in your ass. Urg. Not a very pleasant thought. Definitely not pleasant.

It sounded weird, I mean this was the first time that the devil lord talked in a low pitch. I dared to turn to his side to see his face just once when those divine words rolled out of his mouth. This was my first time to see him from so close. He changed, I mean, he changed from that wedding suit into casuals. A white polo and jeans to pair with it. His eyes were covered with sunglasses which he removed just now. A killer smirk tugged on his cheek that can make any heart flutter. I swear he can kill people just by looking at them.

I warn him yet again, my hands busy turning me to Picasso with a contour brush to my face re-applying my smeared make up, I threaten him with a smile on my face as I practice the best version of my fake smiles to give to the audience when I leave this bathroom and head back out to the party. It really does feel like making a deal with the devil, the atmosphere becomes quiet and dingy, I can hear a pin drop at this point, the hairs on my arms and neck are as erect as if electric charges had passed through them or something. " Okay okay I hear you, just stop with the mention of death it's too gruesome for me," that is so ironic coming from the Devil himself. I honestly cannot picture the Devil

Anna folded her arms on her chest as she mocked him. “Yes,” He replied to her smoothly and with confidence. “The devil?” She scoffed the words out. “Come on. The devil does not wear skinny jeans, a pair of sneakers, and a plaid shirt,” She tried to entertain his bullshit. “Well, the devil dresses how he likes,” The man replied, revealing his perfect pearly white teeth while smiling. “All your pain, your sadness, can be wiped away in a blink of an eye. You can have your dad heading back with your mom in minutes if you would just let me help you,” He added.

Who the hell does he think he is? As he turned to leave, I spoke up. “Knock next time. Unless you really want to see me naked.” Nico paused at the door. He turned slowly and looked at me. “Do not ever threaten me with a good time, Reva. I like beautiful women. I find them very hard to resist. Stop edging me unless you want a repeat of what put us in this situation in the first place.”