The Beauty Of The Devil Novels & Stories

She felt Olivia before she heard her. Olivia made her way downstairs. She'd heard the car drive up over an hour ago and wondered what kept Cassandra away. Then she'd thought about it, and she'd known. Olivia's judgment. Olivia's sense of right and wrong. Olivia's naive thinking was that the world was simply black or white. She couldn't change the fact that she hated what Cassandra did, or what she stood for. And she couldn't start thinking that even though everyone around her thought they were the good guys, they weren't. But she could offer Cassandra the comfort of a friend. She'd grown up in this world, she'd seen the worst kind of people in it. Emma, Vance, Pedro, and Cassandra weren't li

Her countenance, typically an array of animated expressions, had transformed into a tranquil tableau of serenity. A soft, barely discernible smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her. Even the devil himself, in all his cunning and might, would find himself disarmed before such a woman. She bore no regal lineage, possessed no grand narrative of her life. Her beauty was not the kind to inspire poets or artists, and her dubious occupation had seemingly secured her a spot in the inferno. Yet, there was an aura about Reina, a quality that was singular and extraordinary. She held the uncanny ability to perceive devils—two of them, to be exact. To the untrained eye, they were indis

I wanted her for myself then and I want her for myself now. The notorious Devil is a title and reputation I’ve very much earned. When a Devil wants something, he takes it. And I’ve ignored my own wants and needs long enough. It’s time I give in to the urge to drive Nova to the edge of madness and show her the darker sides to be found in pleasure. The ones carefully mixed with an appropriate measure of pain.

“It’s convenience, nothing more.” She might have smiled at that—might have let the corner of her mouth lift despite everything—if her lips weren’t so tired, if her body weren’t trembling from too much, if her mind weren’t fighting itself with every uneven heartbeat. If she weren’t suddenly, painfully aware that the Devil’s human form was almost more dangerous than the Beast. Because she wasn’t prepared to find him beautiful. Because beauty invited proximity, and proximity made mistakes feel inevitable.

" what the hell?" " I really thought this time I'll die for sure" Celea exhaled annoyed " Oh great not only did I not die but now I'm stuck with your ugly face" said Celea after seeing the devil was also there with her " Who are you calling ugly? you have the same face as me! you are letaraly the female version of me!" " But your feminine features are very beautiful, you would be beautiful if you were a woman, wich you are not, your just an ugly devil"

Beauxdera was not done: “The devils look to Buckingham To shroud the sky, the sun be damned Like proper monsters, they will stand They’ll rise from the abyss The devils deceive and pretend Perhaps you know one as a friend Yes, I say it once again: There are devils in our midst!” “Good God, man!” Father yelled. “Do you know what you’re saying? Do you hear your own words?” Yet still Mr. Beauxdera went on, almost as if in answer: “The devils will put all askew Both in the world and inside you You, my friend, can be one too

There was a strange servant who refreshed his soul with his breath. He pulled the wheelchair back firmly. And shocked, he turned towards him. So why do you want to die? She looked at her face. There was no fear in her eyes, and this made her happy sitting in front of her. We have to leave?" He was still talking when Jain reminded him from behind. The devil answered him looking at her beautiful face. Deep blue eyes with a glassy appearance, sharp nose, pink full quivering lips. She was very beautiful, but her scent intoxicated the Devil's senses.

Setting his pride aside, still begging for mercy. "Don't waste my time, I have a lot to do. Are you rolling on it? Or should they..." Pointing at the men with black suit and silver 'D' printed on left-side of their suit, he continued, "Whip you out, huh? What say?" A devilish smile hanging on his face, and those dark eyes were void of any kind of emotions. Just looking that those eyes, shivers ran down his spine. Either way the man has to die, one was rolling a hundred time on to one-meter burning charcoal path or else hundred whipping. Did he have any choice? Practically speaking no, a big NO. An old man like him wouldn't be able to complete the full five rolls, he would eventually die befo

It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by it at all.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓