Novel & Cerita Smile 2 Demon On Stage

Then I run back to check the preview on the small LCD screen. Mike blinked; of course he wasn't ready, his eyes caught in a half-flutter that makes him look drunk or asleep. Josh is mid-squirm, one arm blurred with motion as if he's trying to escape the frame entirely. Damon's smile is the awkward one he always produces when he knows he's being photographed, stiff, controlled, the smile of a businessman closing a deal, nothing like the real smile I see when he doesn't know anyone's watching. And I'm slightly out of focus because I didn't quite make it to my mark in time, my hair creating a halo of frizz.

I can't breathe. A hidden platform beneath the stage slowly lifts her up, like a corpse rising from the dead. And when she sees me, she smiles. Shit. That smile. It’s not just any smile; it’s the kind that takes your breath away, leaving you frozen in place. Her lips curve upward in a way that feels both intimate and electrifying, like a secret only we share. It’s a smile that reaches her eyes, making them sparkle with a mischievous glint, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

When they heard the commotion, they opened their eyes. However, their eyes remained unfocused. There was no fear, no shock, and no desire to ask for help. They turned their heads mechanically and looked at us. With creepy smiles on their faces, they said, “Welcome home, master.”

64 | R E L E A S I N G L I A ' S C O N T R A C T *** Damien opened his eyes perfectly. He just got a kiss from the person he wanted to kill as quickly as possible. The woman stopped the kiss, and when Damien came to his senses, Damien jumped backward until he came down from the stage that resembled a sacrificial altar. " ... " The woman looked at Damien with sad eyes and an innocent expression, like a little girl who just woke up from her nap and also didn't understand what was going on.

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

Once my palms are on his cheeks, I press and turn his face, making the grumpy guy look at me. I smile at the grouchy look on his face. "Aw, don't look like that! This will be fun, but... We do need to cover your eyes. Do you mind pretending to be blind? Not for the entire duration, but for a while... Once I've talked to them and ensured they are calm, you can open your eyes." Interest washes over his features. "Are you going to tell them that I'm a demon?" "I will," I slide down from his lap and walk over to my desk, where I pick up a necklace of a half-moon to put around my neck. "They might be frightened of you at first, but once they see that you're a harmless demon, they will relax."

He begins to smile sweetly at me. What is the matter with this jerk? Is he all right? What is going on with this jerk? Why is he smiling so broadly? "Hello, little mate," a sweeter, deeper, huskier voice murmurs near my earlobe, making me shiver with delight at how sensual his voice is. His aura is distinct. His voice is deeper than the king’s, but it is also more dangerous, deeper, huskier, and manly than Miller’s. "Hello, my name is Demon, Miller Lycan Wolf," he greets me.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

Esme smirks in our direction, spins on her heel and hastily exists stage right. Well Shit!

And imagine the pleasure. Feet stomping has me alert and aware. The door opens up and in comes the devil. He has a shirt on, with a jacket. He also has pants that look too baggy for him, and the sinister smile of his. His feet are bare. I glare at him. He walks in slowly, pacing his way so he stands in front of me. Crouching down, he leans forward enough that I can smell the odor of blood rolling off him. "How's my little bird doing now that his legs are snapped?" he asks with a sadistic smile. His white teeth looked stained with red and gore. Ew.