Smile Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

I quickly looked down and shut my eyes in fear. All of a sudden, I felt a soft grip on my chin. Zachary slowly lifted my chin with his index finger. I looked at him in fear and nervousness but he smiled and stared at me softly. “You think I am a beast, don’t you? You have been told that we Devils are vicious scourges with no heart. We love to kill and find immense pleasure in others’ pain. We love to torture poor and innocent people. You’ll find it funny and hard to believe how can such barbarous demons fell in love with Angels against whom we only have a feeling of rancor. Isn’t it Moon Princess?“, he said, his voice was deep.

he asked placidly. The handsome and fair Orlov was a dashing man with a tall nose with deeply-sunken and blue eyes. He produced a Storage Ring and held it out in his opened palm, "Here are the items you requested, Devil." "Give it here," Chu Xun extended a hand. Orlov bowed again and replied, "I'll need you to first release Angus, revered Devil."

His face looks so terrible, his mouth is open until saliva is flowing out. “HEY HUMAN BRAT! WHAT IF YOU RETURN MY ARM WITH YOUR MEET!!! I SWEAR I’LL MAKE IT PAINLESS.” “What?” “MANY OF YOU HAVE FALLEN IN MY STOMACH! AND SOON YOU’LL MEET YOUR COMRADES! HAHAHA HAHA AHA…” “You mean you have fought another devil hunter?” “SO WHAT? NOT EVEN ONE OF YOU CAN DESTROY ME.. BUT I APPRECIATE YOU BECAUSE YOU COULD MAKE ME LOSE ONE HAND, NO HUMAN HAS SUCCEEDED TO DO IT.”

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."

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

He laughed out loud. Crossed to me in two long strides. Slid an arm around my back. His free hand came down. One hard, sharp smack on my ass. "Filthy mouth!" I moaned at the smack more than I should have, hating myself for it, and he noticed. "So is yours, Moretti. So is yours."

And Stefan smiled at him, a smile that didn't fit the situation. The smiling Stefan blinked, and the yellow flash in his eyes vanished, replaced by his usual worried expression. But Siron had seen it. Or was it just a shadow? Was Stefan possessed? Or was there something even more terrifying: that "the second" wasn't a foreign spirit, but someone who had willingly allied themselves with the Devourer?

There was a time when the cheerful Michael turned into someone else. Only those closest to him know about it. Compared to the Crown Prince, the Second Prince was far more vicious. When he smiles, he could stab his opponent without a single burden. But when his smile disappeared, he turned even more vicious. He would rather tear the person in front of him and let him die slowly. He would use his sword like a kitchen knife to skin a fish without bleeding.

happy? "Momma wants both of you out right now! The King is here!" Irene stated with a huge smile on her face. She was glowing which make anyone believe that the king was here for her. At least, that's what she wanted to believe. "That's amazing!" Eloise stood up happily and walked out of the room with Irene, leaving Penny all alone to pray for her life.

It was decorated with an edible flower. "Is this a dish or embroidery?" Isabelle asked as she admired it. "This kingdom is too small for your skills." He removed one and offered it to her. She ate it gently and opened her mouth in a hurry. Cold steam came out of her mouth. "It's too cold," Isabelle told him and he scribbled on his pad. "It melts softly but the cold steam makes my teeth hard." "Thank you for your feedback," He smiled. "You're always welcome."