Smile Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

A handsome devil and he knew it but he was a survivor and I loved it and I hated it at the same time. “What? What’s funny?” He broke the spell; I didn’t know I was smiling in the first place. “Nothing” “Your lips…they are doing that thing they do when you are happy” “It’s called a smile, Flames. I didn’t realize it’s a crime to smile” “Never said it was, Mia” The Mia came out a bit exaggerated from his end. “You don’t want me to speak, you don’t want me to smile, what do you want me to do?”

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

Isle smirk devilishly when she saw them entering into her room. She is currently sitting over the other side of the table in the middle of the room, her hands were cuffed and she was wearing the prison uniform. She looks like shit right now; her hair is roughly dishevelled. Dark circles is spotted around her eyes and her cheeks were red and swollen. Eleanor said not a word and she sat on the chair opposite Isle, her best buddy and childhood friend. "Why did you try to kill me?" Eleanor softly asked her, meanwhile the cops were standing in the room while listening to their conversation.

Caspian's expression relaxed a little, as if he had thought of something. "What?" The Silver-armored Devil widened his eyes and then became furious. "You want to refine me into a puppet?" "What else do you think?" Caspian thought for a moment, then took out six storage pouches and put the body of the Silver-armored Devil into them. Each storage pouch contained a separate void. In this case, he was not afraid that the Silver-armored Devil would recover. However, just as he put the Silver-armored Devil's head into his storage pouch, a mysterious smile suddenly appeared on the Silver-armored Devil’s face. "Do you really think you can get out of here after entering the underground Devil City?"

They didn't even say goodbye. "I don't understand," I murmured, looking at him intently. He smiled slightly, stirring something within me. "Of course, you do. You just want me to spill more, right?" He stepped back, sitting on the bench's backrest. "You're smart, Coralee. Now, I realize I shouldn't underestimate you." I crossed my arms, biting my lower lip. "You're... strange, did you know that?" It slipped out of me—I hadn't even thought about it. My mouth just echoed what I had pondered earlier.

A smirk Appeared on Devon's face as he said the words. "Thank you Alpha" A smile appeared on Dean's face, having been complimented by Devon for the first time made him smile. "But you left out a small Detail" The smirk had completely disappeared from Devon's face and the smile for Dean's face respectively. Dean's smile was now replaced with immediate Tension, when he saw Devon's eyes turn red.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

"Our master offers you all your compliments and wishes you enjoy your stay.” “Do you accept a drink to renew your energies? "Offered one of them with a disturbing smile on his smooth and chubby face, stretching a tray with steaming cups. The smell was of cinnamon and vanilla. "It is made from an elixir from the stem of fresh orchids.” "There is nothing that flourishes in our world," said Tennebris, by refusing with a wave of the hand the cup offered. "Magic can allow miracles in any world, my lord "retorted with a smile the chubby with the tray in his hand. He observed while only Faye drank desperately from the cup. "One of your companions doesn't look well.”

" he said, his tone so casual it was almost conversational, as if they were discussing the weather rather than someone's execution. The simplicity of his response was somehow more chilling than any elaborate threat could have been. There was no curiosity in his voice, no desire to understand or reason. Only acceptance, as if her request was as natural as breathing. You want her head that's what you'll get, he said before letting out a smile that made her blood run cold. It was the kind of smile only devils wore, she realized with growing horror. The kind of expression that spoke of centuries of cruelty and violence, of a man who had long since abandoned any pretense of mercy or compassion. I

I could tell she was going to be really pretty. “We have a rule with our clients,” I pulled my hood away. “Mask off.” The woman lowered her head and was hesitant to pull her mask down. I’m sorry, but you have to… There should be transparency between us. She slowly pulled off her mask. My eyes broadened. A long stitch was carved from each edge of her lips like a wide smile. The stitches were done wonky, and you could tell from the swelling flesh that it was freshly done. A deformed smile, like that of a Cheshire cat.