The Beauty Of The Devil の小説・ストーリー

I whispered while my heart was going crazy, and tingles erupted in my stomach. Damiano gave me a lazy smile in return as he caressed my cheeks. “You were all I could think of. From that day, I swore you would be mine.” He had me smiling shyly. Who could have foreseen that I would be helplessly captivated by this enchanting Devil? We were from two different worlds; one shaped him into a powerful ruthless leader while I was raised in the comfort of a sheltered life. They say opposites attract, and maybe that was why we were captivated by one another.

I pictured something thicker between her lips instead of her small finger, causing my cock to strain in my pants. I remained still, embracing the discomfort. It was a little promise of the relief i would get when I had Mae where I wanted. For now i just had to satisfy myself by watching her. The way her breasts shook in her light tank top as she rocked her body from side to side, it should be a crime for a woman to look that amazing.

The clueless newbie asked and the first lady took it upon herself to clear the air. “Listen rookie, big bad boss isn’t called that for no reason, in fact this name is his most virtuous one. He is popularly known as the devil! But you see, such a handsome face can sway even the heart of a god. He is a man whose cruel disposition is unmatched yet the ladies want him! Who can blame her for fawning over a poisonous flower. It’s beauty draws you in but when you lean in closer for a sniff you’ll be dead in seconds. In short, his handsome face is his honey trap, get it?”

Grace said to herself she was lucky to have encountered the young, beautiful devil already. With his voice that couldn't stop echoing in her ears and giving her peace. Read and find out what happens next… Who the hell is this handsome devil 😈? What does he have to contribute to Grace's life? Was he her helper?

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

The Devil is beautiful, it's a curse we must all bear. He might be lovely to the eyes, but his soul is unappealing to the mind. "He's not like that, at all." I didn't mean to sound so defensive. "Please send me a picture so I can put a face and body to this cruel, spanking Devil you always talk about." Jun batted her eyes, an attempt to sweeten me.

His tone was determined. He pushed from the end of the room and came my way. A slow prowl. A monster testing its prey is like a monster testing without knowing how dangerous the prey could be. He stopped a foot away, and he tipped up my chin, deceptively delicate. "They say the devil is so beautiful you wouldn’t be able to look at him if you saw him in his actual form." My insides quaked. I was pretty sure he had our roles reversed, by the devil what did he mean? Another cloud formed within me.

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

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

*Third POV* “It runs into that dirty filthy blood of ours from centuries as it passes by one after the other” Dong-jun pauses, spreading his arms wide. “The deal with the devil to make the most beautiful creation here in this world is to feel the hand of the devil upon yours as you make your art into life by another life. Putting the soul of the one into the art to make it look more alive” “THAT'S BULLSHITS!! THERE IS NOTHING LIKE DEVIL AND ALL THE OLD FARTS WERE JUST DELUSION!!”