Novel & Cerita The Beauty Of The Devil

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

“With half your men gone, you have no choice against me. I thought you would have been well prepared especially since your loyal bait escaped to inform you.” “You knew?” I asked. Dante smiled. “I planned it all. I knew you were from him and so I had to send you back as bait.” “I am not a bait.” I said within my gritted teeth. “Oh, really.” Dante said, then he averted his gaze to Salvatore, “guess your lover has lots of explaining to do.” I turned to Salvatore, but he avoided my gaze. “What do you want? Father already gave you everything, what else do you demand from me?” Salvatore bellowed in a husky voice.

“Let her go! Please, I beg you! Stop it!” “No! She’s a spawn of the Devil! Can you not see it?” he asked in a hoarse voice. “Maybe you can’t! Her beautiful, angelic face conceals all the darkness within her! I will show you! Once her beauty is gone… you will see her for what she really is!”

I looked up at him and I immediately forgot about how embarrassed I was. He's so damn handsome and that must be what devils look like. I thought to myself. Devils, in real life, don't have horns. Otherwise, it will be too easy to identify them in the crowd. Instead, they've got a pretty face, a hot body, and countless amounts of money to buy the whole universe. They walk the walk and talk the talk. Then, before you know it, bang, you become their puppet with their hand in your ass. Urg. Not a very pleasant thought. Definitely not pleasant.

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

A dark, dangerous, beautiful god. I had to look away quickly and shut my eyes. This is unfair. Why do devils look this good? What was I saying? Even Lucifer was made out of precious stones. The Bible said so. Full of wisdom and perfect in beauty. Why? Why did evil have to look so tempting? He leaned back down and whispered in my ear. Something about Lucas. Something about not hesitating. I barely heard him. His breath was warm against my skin, his lips almost touching my earlobe, and my body was tense, every nerve ending firing at once.

“I'm forced to think it was all out of revenge for killing your beloved alpha. But we both know you have no sympathy for him." I said nothing. “So this is what you look like," he continued. “I've heard so much about you. Your bravery, your ruthlessness…your size. And they are all true." I still refused to reply to him. “Watching you fight was fun," he said. “And you are beautiful, I've never seen a beast so big, terrifying and still so captivating." What does this devil think he was doing? “I thought you'd never show up," he said, smirking. “But you just needed something to push you out. Like the death of one weak alpha and the wounding of others."