Soul Coughing Blue Eyed Devil Novels & Stories

she whispered, her breath cold against my skin, “you belong to him.” A shiver crawled down my spine. She didn’t let me pull away. “The Devil is one of a kind,” she whispered. “Do you understand what that means?” I shook my head once. Barely. She pressed a kiss to my cheek, soft and dry. “It means remember yourself,” she said, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes again. “So you don’t drown in him.” The words hit like a prophecy.

Clearly having lost his calm, Ben shouted, "Where is your proof?!" I pointed at the woman's neck and declared, "As far as I know, my sister-in-law May has a birthmark shaped like a square behind her neck. Meanwhile, this new wife of yours has the exact same birthmark!"

Or both. Good, Malyshka. Irina Volkov. Seeing her in person — she was even more beautiful than I'd anticipated. Her eyes were aquamarine fire, warm and wild all at once, the kind of gaze that made a man catch his breath without meaning to. That blue dress clung to her like it had been sewn onto her body, and every inch of her was exactly what I'd imagined. She thought she'd escaped. Thought she was free. Not anymore.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

He licked the moisture from his lips, a low, rumbling growl of satisfaction vibrating from his chest that made my very soul shiver. I pushed away slightly, our eyes locking. His gaze was the pale blue of a winter sky—the same skies I had dreamed of for years. But just like a storm, those eyes could turn charcoal grey and thunderous, ready to strike me down again. The warning flashed in my mind, and I knew he could see the hesitation behind my eyes.

I mumbled, wondering if he made out the words I barely whispered out. "Fuck. Stay there. I'll be there in a minute," he replied before cutting the call. A sigh of relief surged through me. He didn't ask questions on how I got there or what I was doing there at this time. He has never been the type to judge people on their behaviour, but his eyes say a lot. That deep blue, like the sea, when locked on you, feels like he's staring into your soul. I crouched down next to the devil on the floor.

As she sits up straight, I can see the wicked smile on her face; she leans into my ear and softly whispers to me. "I think that I am falling in love with you." Then she only but bursts out I laughter, “Oh my god, I am in love with the Devil.” I turn to face her and take her soft and beautiful face gently between my hands. My eyes pierce straight into her bright blue eyes. I look beyond into her soul, into her, into her being, and with the deepest meaning, I confess what I have been waiting to do more than my nerves have ever allowed me to do.

⚠️don't read!⚠️ (⚠️violence 🔞⚠️) Sak pasé! I didn't mean to end his life, I know it wasn't right I can't even sleep at night, can't get it off my mind I need to get out of sight 'fore I end up behind bars What started out as a simple altercation Turned into a real sticky situation Me just thinking on the time that I'm facing Makes me wanna cry

I could scent their drugs, alcohol made from puffer fishes and stone fishes as well as their cigarettes that were coated with the skin of a specially tanned blue-ringed octopus hide. I faced the man I wanted to meet. He was a man who had been living under the sea for many years. The merpeople around called him the sea devil. On ordinary land he was just a man but in sea water, he could control anyone he wanted with the power of his deadly tongue. Anyone but the devil and royal blood. I wondered why he hadn't taken over Seareign yet. "We meet again, Lot." "That's the devil to you." There was a black mermaid behind him. She was smoking on a blue ring cigarette as black liquid escaped her mouth