Soul Coughing Blue Eyed Devil Novels & Stories

With him being a DEVIL? . . . TBC

His sharp cheekbones and strong jawline looked sculpted, as if carved by the hands of a master artist. His lips—full, perfectly shaped—held the faintest ghost of a smirk, the kind that made women weak. But it was his eyes that unsettled me the most—icy blue, so pale they looked almost colorless, void of warmth, of mercy. How could someone this breathtaking be so cruel? He belonged on the cover of a magazine, not in a world of blood and violence. But then again, devils were always the most beautiful. I forced my spine straight, even though my body ached. Even though I could still feel the weight of the drugs slowing my limbs.

Vito doesn’t raise his voice… he breaks souls in silence. Power drips from him like blood from a blade. He doesn’t walk—he prowls. Mercy is foreign to him, love is a weapon, and obedience is the only prayer he answers. He doesn't punish with fists, he punishes with precision. Smiling while he destroys, whispering sweetly as he ruins you. How do I cope with such a devil, he stood up and was already leaving, is he leaving me like this to tie towel? “Are you really leaving me like this? I’m cold, and I do the able to leave this room with this towel” I said.

He turned his head looking at me before speaking again. "You aren't the one who kissed the devil little one, I am the one who kissed the devil. I am the one who sold his soul to the devil." He said in a tired voice. "Were you in much pain?" I asked, not taking my eyes off him even though tears kept running down my face. "I don't feel pain anymore. I've become numb." He stared at the ceiling again. I stood on my elbow so I could be the one he watched instead of the ceiling.

Vaelor pulled up a political alignment map. Colored indicators appeared beside the names of Dominion council members. Blue. Gray. Red. I stepped closer to the screen. “What do the colors mean?” “Blue supports expanding the corruption investigation.” “And red?” “Opposes it.” “And gray?” “Waiting to see who wins.” I sighed softly. “Political survival.” “Exactly.” Dominic studied the map carefully. “How many red?” Vaelor zoomed in. “Eight.” Dominic nodded slowly. “And blue?” “Ten.”

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.

His soul is being sucked out by the devil and he is trapped by the icy-like glares. "Didn't you want to say something to me, Ry?" Jihun's baritone tone is snapping Ryan back from his trance-like state. Once again, Ryan felt his body is being assaulted by goosebumps. He rubbed his neck as he averting his eyes from looking straight into Jihun's eyes. He should learn his lesson already. Never look into the eyes of the devil. You'll be charmed away by his alluring gazes and at the end of this arduous journey, you will be left with nothing, but, broken mind and limbless body.

“It’s a desensitization thing. When the demon marked you at the fish and chips restaurant, he basically shoved what was left of himself on your skin. Into your soul as much as he could.” “I think I remember it,” I said dryly. “Hurt like . . . ” “The devil? Sin? Hell? It was supposed to. That’s exactly what it is.” I was irritated. “So he puts little bits of demon around my soul in order to . . . what? It seemed like some big beacon. Suddenly, I was a demonic blue plate special. What was that all about?” “Let me look at it.” I jumped. “What, the Mark? Are you serious? No way! Back off, you sicko!”

"I fucking hate you" He didn't even seem fazed by my little outburst. Just stared at me like I was boring. "I haven't even started Matilda, you can't break already, that would be fucking boring" I was starting to realize why they called him the devil. His eyes spoke of torture and for the first time, I was truly scared of what he might do to me. A notification cut through the silence. His phone. He glanced at it once. Then his expression shifted slightly. Not emotionally, Just focused now.

She blushed. Her extremely pale skin made it even more prominent. I smiled at that. The waiter served us dinner and I dug in while she played with her food. "What do you want, Delilah?" I could not bear that tense silence so I asked and put my cutlery on the table. "You know what I want." She stared directly into my eyes and blinked like an angel. Those gray eyes had a strong impact on my d**k. I inhaled sharply and ran my fingers in the hair out of frustration.