Smile 2 Demon On Stage Novels & Stories

“You really think the three of you are a challenge?” “Bring it tootz!” They sneered. “That’s ALPHA, you bunch of flea bitten mutts.” She grinned, and my eyes nearly popped out of my skull! It's true!!! SHE HAS SILVER TEETH!!! Her aura exploded, nearly knocking me out of my chair, it was huge!!! “But...” She continued, pulling off her gloves and showing off her SILVER NAILS. “You can just call me DEMON.” Ben started to laugh again as the three drunks nearly fell over themselves trying to get away.

He can’t breathe– Every single part of you belongs to me. * * * * * “Do you remember when you said you’ll show me the ocean someday?” the demon suddenly asks, voice deceptively gentle while he stares somewhere far away… looking but unseeing at the perpetually crashing waves. “Well,” he drawls, playing along, “…here it is.” And when its lips slowly curl into a tiny smile as it turns to look at him over its shoulder, Hans could almost pretend that it was human. That he was happy too. * * * * *

"You made me feel as though I was enough. We danced the night away, we drank too much..." The demon swayed. He forgot his target. I stepped forward continuing the song. "When you looked over your shoulder, for a minute, I forget that I'm older." I closed the distance between me and the demon. His eyes were fluttering. "I wanna dance with you right now." I held my hands up to dance with the demon as he swayed. I held his claws. "Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever, I swear that everyday'll get better." The demon drifted and tilted as we swayed back and forth. His hulking form collapsed as his knees buckled. A loud roaring breath escaped his nose and then another. I covered my mouth to keep

My demon was more than happy to come out to play. ***

Employees were standing up from their tables, clapping wildly, turning to look at Damon with wide, admiring smiles. Damon didn't hesitate for a single second. He stood up smoothly from his chair, adjusting his black tuxedo jacket with effortless grace. A slow, incredibly handsome smile broke across his face—a rare, brilliant smile meant only for me. He didn't stay at his table. Instead, he walked with long, confident strides toward the steps of the stage, pushing past the podium and walking right up to where I stood. The live jazz band, catching the cue instantly, shifted their tempo, smoothly sliding into a slow, romantic, sweeping melody that filled the massive room with rich, beautiful no

"It’ll be over soon. We just need to go on stage and say a few words. There’s no need to waste time.” As Noah finished his sentence, Desmond ascended the high stage with the help of a few helpers. His once pallid complexion now glowed with a rosy hue, and he looked remarkably well. The past few days had been kind to him and his smiles had become more frequent, adding a touch of warmth to his countenance. A few gentle wrinkles could be seen around his eyes, making him appear even more joyous and benevolent.

Anika blushed. “Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to our local comic, Damien Laskaris!” the majordomo said as he introduced Damien before he was on stage and smiling at his patrons. “Hey, guys! How’s everyone doing? So, tonight, I have a special guest in the midst and I dedicate this set to her for she brightened my world,” Damien said as his gray eyes stared at her. Anika blushed, trying to hide from his stare but a smile was plastered to her lips as she sipped on her champagne.

His devilish smile made my skin crawl. Henry's face contorted in shock and realization, his eyes wide with horror. He looked like a man who had just realized he had been played big time. And then, his face went lifeless, and his hands fell off his neck, causing the blood to flow freely. Damian's voice cut through the air, his tone cold and detached. "That's enough," he said to his vampires, who were still tormenting the remains of my pack. They immediately stopped, stepping away from them.

"I said any length. I meant any length." The smile arrived. Cold. Private. Belonging only to this room and this moment and the version of me that existed underneath every other version. "If this is what it takes to bring him back to me—" I looked at the snake. "Then so be it." Daemon took the stage at nine. The room gathered. Glasses raised. The specific hush of a crowd orienting itself toward the person with the most gravity in the space. I stood at the edge of the stage. Watched.

Color me impressed. A loud soon from the speaker nearby had me and many turning towards the formerly empty stage. A tall guy with a bulky frame was holding the mic. He had various exotic tats on his biceps exposed by his armless shirt. The guy looked really formidable like Damon, father's assistant, but he had a kind smile. A welcoming smile.