The Beauty Of The Devil Novels & Stories

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.

Jace was gorgeous, it was what startled me when I first saw him; Mesmerizing blue eyes, perfect nose, perfect teeth, jaw that could cut glass… “He’s too pretty. Flawless? I don’t know how to describe it.” I shrugged and cut into my stake. “And you don’t like flawless?” “It feels characterless, like the person doesn’t have a story to tell about their lives or like they haven’t done anything. It’s a bad take, I know, but- For example,” I showed him a scar on my wrist. “I got this three years ago when the kitchen door slammed into my hand. I raised my elbow revealing another scar. food festival; A guy tried to snatch my purse and I refused to let go of the strap. These are the resulting burns.

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?

But soon the moments blurred, collapsing into a shapeless haze of silence and waiting. The room didn’t help. It was beautiful, yes—lavish in every way, velvet drapes sealing off the sprawl of the city, golden trim catching faint glimmers of light, marble gleaming like water frozen mid-motion. But beauty here was a weapon. Everything was too precise, too immaculate. The curtains fell perfectly straight, not a wrinkle in sight. The bedspread gleamed smooth as still water, uncreased, as though no one had ever dared lie upon it. Even the air felt curated, scented faintly with something floral but sharp, like perfume meant to choke. It wasn’t comfort. It was control.

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

*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!!”

"In time, dear Indra, in time. You’ll see, I'm not like everyone else. Once I'm done with you, you'll do whatever I want." Indra smiles. "Do you really think you can beat me? You already know I'm the devil's daughter, don't you?" "Without a doubt. I know your weaknesses better than you do." "I don't have any weaknesses." The man laughs. "That's exactly what I expected you to say. But we all have our Achilles heel. You are no exception." Indra can swear she hears the man licking his lips. "Just dare to treat me like a little girl," she replies, trying to get up, but the chain is too short and pulls at her grazed wrist’s making them sting painfully.