Soul Coughing Blue Eyed Devil Novels & Stories

*Splash* I woke up by coughing loudly as cold water was splashed on my face. I opened my eyes only to see the Devil standing right in front of me. He was dressed up well in black tuxedo. His chocolate brown hair was jelled up properly. His big doe-eyes, sharp jawline, fair tone and pink lips is capable to make any girl fall for him. It's really hard for me to believe that is he the same guy whom I once loved with all my heart. But now I know that behind this handsome charming face what type of a heartless beast is hidden.

I gulped down a lump in my throat,which poured forth withheld tears from within my ocean blue eyes. A pair of feets,stepped closer, inspecting us suspiciously. I didn't bother looking up,I held Benjamin gaze which hadn't falter nor blinked, not even once. "Devil..." The husky horrendous voice sounded,murderous to the ears and gruesome to attract the most vicious creatures. 'Devil' I echoed in my head,somehow the name suits him perfectly. "Is something wrong?" The horrendous voice asked,never letting go of Benjamin's gaze,Benjamin never letting go of mine either.

blue soul:- that means master you going to reveal it that you are the one who steals their ring, right when you steal it. ariel:- wait a minute if you steal it or I steal it, there might be possibilities that they suspect enemy nation, what should I do steal that ring and show them my face or I should just give you task to steal it. now I decided that go and steal it, I will reveal it when it is needed. blue soul:- yes master. now the blue soul transformed into a blue owl, it is a male by the way and goes its way to steal that ring and in meantime, ariel was resting in his room.

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.

So enjoy each and every moment instead of stressing yourself out. See you soon. (DEVIL) Who on the earth is this person? Devil. That means it's a male person. But who can it be?

I felt puzzled by his confessions. He saw through me and then very calmly explained to me, “Ella, I was killed by the devil that lives in your ancestors' house and then he captured my soul and that is why I am not able to go to the other world. I am stuck here. I kept coming in your dream to help you out, I know the things that you don’t have any idea of.” I paused hearing his words and then questioned, “Where is your soul?” “It was kept in a small square-shaped glass bottle and it has a black color mark on it. The devil has captured multiple souls in many of the same bottles but he keeps a mark on each soul.”Ethan told me and I felt goosebumps all over my body.

“You, Devil! Never learned the lesson, are you?” Raj put everything in line, flow to reach the red sky. His speed so fast that no one will think to stop him. Strangely, the Devil finally stopped and as if his eyes flickered, it glow with red that suddenly mixed with blue that turned to gold. As the Alpha bumped to the red sky, the sound of gravel that so massive begun to shake the heaven. The Devil could only smile bitterly, he said softly, “My son...also connected to the curse. This has to happened, don't you think, Alpha?” He respectfully stared the man that suddenly glow with aqua blue light. His body begun emitting a howl that so strange the red sky shattered.

His eyes were dark and completely without expression. "My name is Alaric Virelli," he said, as though he expected that to mean something to me, as though his name was supposed to settle everything. "I don't care who you are," I said. "I am not going anywhere with you." Dorian grabbed my arm again and this time he yanked me toward him so hard that I stumbled. He got his face close to mine and his eyes were ugly with something I recognized after a moment as desperation. Not anger. Desperation. He needed this. Whatever this was, he needed it badly enough to drag me out of the house in the rain and hand me over to strangers.

PEBBLES' POV Sardines and eggs. That was what the devil's kiss tasted like. His lavishly applied aftershave plagued my nostrils with its putrid, citrusy scent. With his tongue still embedded down my throat, he used his hands to grope my breasts, squeezing and pinching at my bosoms. His dent in his pants pressed painfully against my jeans covered thighs. I thrashed around as a sign of protest to his vulgar behaviour. He let out a deep and malignant chuckle against my lips. “You taste so good. I wonder if you will feel as sweet as you taste?” He withdrew his tongue as he held eye contact. His black pupils swirled in the dim lighting of the small closet. I saw the endless depths of evil and dar

But somehow, I always pictured a balding old man with a pot belly caused by the cheap whiskey he drowns himself in every night. But I couldn’t be more wrong. The devil isn’t horned or hideous. He’s tall, sculpted, and terrifyingly beautiful. Power clings to him like a second skin beneath the flawless cut of his suit. His face is sharp, symmetrical and too perfect to belong to someone mortal, too perfect for the blood he spills, too perfect for the cruelty he yields, and his icy blue eyes can bring even the bravest man to his knees. A cold prickling sensation erupts over my entire body like a thousand tiny needles stabbing my skin