Simple Devil Makeup Male Novels & Stories

Finally, I look up at him' My handsome devil. His eyebrows are dark and bushy. Eyes devilishly ravishing, his pupil's ocean blue and captivating. His nose, a paragon of perfection 'pointed and slim, having a perfect shape'. His lips curve up in a smile. A sinister expression is on his face as he snickers walking deeper into the elevator. His British accent echoes loud and his rage filled voice scares me.

“For the purpose of having a not so evil conversation, Mr Devil Alfanso…..’ she sent him. ‘I am afraid as I am not capable of doing anything which is not evil, Ms. Halzen. After all you are texting the devil himself, so we need to be evil here to get this devil on sale….’ she chuckled at his reply. ‘Okay if not on sale…..can I have this devil at a discount for now?’ She didn't even know how to call this just as his care where a 33 years old man was willingly taking a part in her childishness and she knew it was just because he wanted to make her feel happy.

he asks while nodding toward Linch, one of the Soul-Eaters, who’s currently choking on David’s cock. “Fuck no,” I say, taking a huge gulp of my lukewarm beer. “Another,” I tell the bartender, Whiskey. The huge man lifts his chin and slides me a new bottle. “You need to get over that shit, man. Nothing’s better than the sweet feel of wet, tight pussy,” Devil grins, wiggling his eyebrows.

Heavy and suffocating, but it was mine. Marco stepped forward and handed me a small box. Inside lay my father’s ring, still stained with blood from yesterday. I stared at it for a long moment, then picked it up. The metal was cold, the weight immense. A symbol of power. Of duty. Of vengeance. I slipped it onto my finger. The boy they had known was gone. I was no longer just Adrian Moretti, the son. I was Adrian Moretti, the man they would learn to fear. Luca clapped a hand on my shoulder. “You’re going to be a storm, Adrian. A real storm.”

The limo door opened into a blur of light, music, and masked faces. Ayla stepped out onto the cobbled drive of the Serrano estate, her heels clicking softly against stone polished to a mirror finish. Above her, chandeliers flickered beneath a vast glass dome, casting broken stars across the arriving guests. Everything reeked of power and decadence. Her mask — crafted in deep black velvet, lined with silver embroidery — clung to her face like second skin. Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.”

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

Even in his wolf form, his presence was scary, sleek fur, sharp golden eyes, and an aura of dominance that made every nerve in my body scream danger. This was the Devil Alpha. His pack was known for ruthlessly eliminating impure wolves like me. He saw me. I froze, my breath caught in my throat as his gaze pinned me in place. Slowly, he began to shift. Bones cracked, fur receded, and within moments, there stood Arthur in his human form. His chiseled frame gleamed under the moonlight, his expression unreadable but his eyes…those piercing eyes…held a power… unmistakably hatred, that made me shrink back.

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

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."