Red Eyed Devil Fish Novels & Stories

PEBBLES' POV Sardines and eggs. That was what the devil's kiss tasted like. His lavishly applied aftershave plagued my nostrils with its putrid, citrusy scent. With his tongue still embedded down my throat, he used his hands to grope my breasts, squeezing and pinching at my bosoms. His dent in his pants pressed painfully against my jeans covered thighs. I thrashed around as a sign of protest to his vulgar behaviour. He let out a deep and malignant chuckle against my lips. “You taste so good. I wonder if you will feel as sweet as you taste?” He withdrew his tongue as he held eye contact. His black pupils swirled in the dim lighting of the small closet. I saw the endless depths of evil and dar

My jaw slackening could not be helped, I had the most strikingly, unbelievably gorgeous men in all realms and universes standing right in front of me, fighting over me. My eyes briefly went to the Devil and I gulped uneasily. I was not expecting him to have such a powerful effect on me, but in those seconds I held eye contact, my mental anguish and angst tripled in intensity. Since the night I provoked the Devil beast out of him, I had not seen his eyes look so frightening. There was an unnerving darkness and sterness saturated in his vehement, soulless silver- blue eyes that made him even more minacious than he normally is.

he said, giving me one. I looked at the fish and it is deep-fried. The eyes of the fish are not removed, and I can see the red color in its eye. The fish is hanged at the back, so I can see the fish being completely blood-red colored. It has sharp teeth which are removed while frying. But it looks almost human. What kind of fish is this? I took a small piece and kept it in my mouth. I instantly felt like my mouth is in heaven! The taste is incredible. There are no bones. The meat is soft and fresh. The outer crisp from being fried is giving a good chewy feel in the mouth.

Mia hissed, barely looking at Hema. Hema sat still, her expression calm—too calm. Her fingers clutched the sides of the chair she sat on, back straight, chin lifted. Her eyes, though blank, had a heaviness to them. As if they had seen too much. She didn’t ask for clarity. She just nodded. From the depths of her purse, Hema retrieved a small glass vial—delicate, almost beautiful. The liquid inside shimmered a pale golden hue, silent and deadly. She rolled it between her fingers like a fragile piece of fate.

What bothers me is his eyes shifting to crimson black red again. I felt terrible witnessing the devil unleash himself in the light and silently wish for redemption. My eyes widens when I saw what he did next. His tongue darts out of his mouth, trailing the side of my neck before he looked up, welcoming my gaze and then his lips form into a devil smirk.

The way fish is moving, hope gets gossubumps on her body "Oh my god is this angelfish" she breaths Heavily Angelfish is Swimming inside in the aquarium. The colour of the Angelfish is black and Gold combination with rings of white. It's seems to be look at least 6 Inches. Biggest sea fish in the resort. "Yes it is. The biggest fish of the resort" ryan said behind her back. His Warm breaths touches on her neck, for a second she close her eyes with sensation. But she came out of her thoughts.

He then sees Hayan and approaches him. "That's a Threadfin Butterflyfish." He informed him as he look over the aquarium too. "Threadfin... Butterflyfish?" Hayan asked like a child and stared at the blue and yellow colored fish. "Even the name is pretty." "Hajin, what about that?" He excitedly pointed to a red fish. Hajin chuckles lightly at his giddiness. "That's a Bettafish, It's actually the most popular aquarium fish." Hayan nods as he stare at the fish. "Bettafish..." He points at another one again. "And that one?"

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa