Quickly Wear The Face Of The Devil Novels & Stories

They will not see me cower in fear, I will not allow them get the pleasure of seeing me vulnerable. “Feisty, I like that. After I am done with her, she will know to only speak when she is being spoken to.” The devil said with a smirk. I felt goosebumps starting to form on my arm, He looks like the definition of evil with that wicked smirk that can make anyone’s heart beat twice as fast in fear, that cold stare that can make anyone shiver in fear, that authoritative voice that can make even the most confident person doubt their entire existence. His mannerism seems to contrast with his appearance, how can someone so evil be so handsome? he has the most piercing yet beautiful green eyes, jet b

That fucking smile. “Hey, baby. Sleep well?” “WHAT the hell are you doing up there?” “Having fun.” Swinging. Pendulum slow. I turned my head. Our faces were inches apart. Her lips—pink, parted—right there. My body reacted. Instant. Desire punched through me, and I knew she saw it. Her smile turned wicked. “You know I like living dangerously.” Whispered. Lips almost touched mine. The closeness. The game. Made me want to throw it all away and just—

But I don't care at all because this war must end soon and we will emerge victorious and then the devil will lose in a very embarrassing way. And finally it happened that a husband and wife came and the figures of the king and queen of the devil were wearing all black clothes with all black makeup on their faces, even the aura all over their bodies also liked black and of course this is something that can be imagined at all. In fact, I felt really, really shocked and I felt really dizzy seeing all this. I don't know at all and I don't understand at all if the figure of Lilian in the devil queen's clothes is so inappropriate, I'm sure that God has sent Lilian to be the worst figure that has e

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

I open my eyes the moment I hear my mobile ringing. And he wasn’t there anymore, where the hell did, he go? Did I really just kiss a demon? My head starts to spin as slowly the things started to sink in. I just made a deal with a demon, sold my body to him, and I freaking nearly made out with him. Okay, hot but still a demon, what the hell is wrong with me. And the guy- demon then just disappears on me. As if real humans retaliating wasn’t enough.

The moment we were about to leave, another problem arose in front of us. It was… the devil. Well, he always looked angry, but now he was looking like a real devil akin to the fierce satan or some frightening creature? His face flushed with rage, I could feel the fume coming out of his nostrils while he was grinding his teeth. The more horrific thing was that he was constantly glaring at... Wait! Was he walking towards me? But why me? In no time, he towered over me. I don't know why but everything suddenly felt dark and grim. I was sure that the blizzard of his rage would destroy me.

I could feel my tears rolling down my cheeks, but I stayed still, waiting for the pain to go away. "Let me see?" The devil held my face and forced me to look up, and he smiled. "What's so funny? It's so painful. Why are you so close to me when you wake me up? It shouldn't happen if you stood far away from me." I said, and my tears rolled down my cheeks. He straightened up and walked away, and when he returned, he placed an ice pack on my forehead. I winced and held it. "Thanks," I murmured. He smiled, and when he leaned closer, I already knew what he would do, so I quickly put my palm on his lips, stopping him.

She yelled at the manager, standing there with both hands on her hips. Groaning, I facepalmed. This is another problem. Some of the sun loungers were damaged, along with the glass door we just walked through. "Shit..." I muttered. "I know." I jumped in place, hand on my chest. Not out of surprise, but out of fear of having an evil suddenly summoned behind me when I can't quite recall casting a spell. As far as I'm aware, the devil should wear black or red, never anticipated a pink shirt, a beach hat, and a pair of green and white Hawaiian shorts. His toes are showing. Is he that proud to show the world his toes?"

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

"You! Who betrayed the kingdom! Kill her!" When the devils they called is in front of them now! The devils wore chains and hard vest. They are coloured in red! They had horns, tails, and tattoos all over their body. And so run they ran at Luis Park and the company. "Butt!" "Yes, master!" Butt replied. Then Butt move fastly! And spin to stop the upcoming devils. "Echolocation!" Butt floats and howled an ear-piercing sound.