Simple Devil Makeup Male Novels & Stories

, she told him. Terrance still is confused on what to do. But he gave it a try and started putting on makeup. Five minutes later, he got done doing his makeup. He looked at the mirror to see how he did and it was better than what he explained. He had dark red lipstick on with blue eyeliner and pink glitter on his cheeks. The makeup was basic, but for Terrance's standard, it was a masterpiece. He put the makeup back into the purse. He then cleaned up the mess he made while doing his makeup. The Pink Devil knocked once more and this time it was aggressive. "YOU GOT ONE MINUTE BEFORE I HAVE TO FORCE YOU TO GET OUT.", she yelled out.

… After I finished doing the makeup and styling for all the brides, the instance reopened. Without a doubt, The Devil's Bride shot to the top of the dungeon viewership charts. Every scene with the NPCs was clipped, remixed, and spread like wildfire across platforms such as PhantomGram and SpiritStream. Their explosive popularity also put me in the spotlight. Demon Bosses from countless other instances reached out to me, offering high-paying jobs to do makeup in their realms. I became the most sought-after makeup artist in the horror game. After The Devil's Bride went viral, the NPCs were always on the move. The endless media interviews, fan events, and new game instances left them no time to

The Devil was undeniably the most beautiful creation, crafted to perfection, for he was meant to be an Angel, but he favoured being an instrument of chaos and a weapon of destruction more. Clad in an expensive all black suit, was the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. His silver blue eyes were hollow and lacking of emotion, they were only ever adorned with a wicked glint before he slaughtered his defenseless prey or punished a poor soul. But they were hypnotizing and magnetic. His full, slightly pink lips were the most inflexible, he rarely ever smiled or showed his pearly white, perfect set of teeth. Yet those lips which have uttered the last words of plenty, invited gazes from women in thei

The people who were dancing in the dance floor were not aware that there were two devils in their midst. One of the devil was dancing and flirting with a woman, he had black long hair reaching up to his shoulder which he parked neatly without a single strand of hair out of place. His eyes were golden, strong square jaw, perfect carved brows and thin pink lips. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He was Asmodeus, the third deadly sin of lust. The woman he was dancing with was drooling over his strong muscular body and he gave her a flirtratous smile while whispering dirty words into her ears and the woman blushed.

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.

He grunted, undoing the last button. He undid the zip of his pants, and it pooled at his feet. “I want nothing from you!” She disliked that it came out soft, almost like she enjoyed seeing him strip and talk dirty to her. Still, it was a fact that she enjoyed seeing him strip. Janice moistened her lips as she ogled his mouth-watering physique. His hand went to his boxer brief, and he let it slide to the floor. She shut her eyes with her hands, then slowly uncovered them.

“That woman would never let you out of her sight if she didn’t see you worthy of some kind. Now, tell me what is it about you?” “To answer your first question, No I don’t have a fucking idea about those numbers. And secondly, aren’t you also intrigued about me?” There was a brief moment of silence before he laughed returning to his seat. He was the best portrayal of a commercialized devil; handsome yet dubious. His face was clean-shaven showing more of his chiseled jawline and perfect smile. There was no hint of cruelty on his looks, I could even describe him as angelic and fragile.

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

My eyes widened in curiosity. His gave me a devious grin that revealed his deep-rooted dimples. His aristocratic look screamed, 'If perfection was a person.' All traces of anger was gone. It was a mocking, teasing, prank filled smile and at this point, I remembered even Lucifer was devilishly handsome.

I guess it is the inner happiness that brings shine to the face and I am not even one percent happy with this engagement. As the girl left my room, I turned my head as I felt someone's presence. The devil was standing on the gate. He was wearing a black suit, and there was his infamous sinister smirk plastered on his face. "You are looking tempting," he said stepping towards me. His eyes were filled with nothing else than lust and obsession. I looked down avoiding his gaze that was enough to make me feel insecure. His eyes were making me feel as if I am wearing nothing. It felt like he is scanning my soul through his stares. I have never felt so much uncomfortable with anyone before.