The Beauty Of The Devil の小説・ストーリー

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

I knew exactly who he was. Death never knocks, and neither does the devil. He stood impossibly tall. Muscles rippled beneath his black shirt, barely containing the brutality and menace coiled within. His aura was suffocating, pulling the air from my lungs as if the very world bent around him. Handsome—no, that was an understatement. He was beautiful in the most wicked, sinful way, a face sculpted from temptation itself. The kind of beauty that led men to ruin and souls to damnation.

Rain’s pov He marched towards me, crouched down, coming face to face before me as he pulled down his hood, and my stomach tightened with dread. The rumours about him were always about his cruelty and the agony he'd caused but none ever warned or prepared me for how beautiful the devil looked like. His face looked like it had been sculpted after the word perfection. The detailed outline of his jawline, and that provocative stare he wore like a garment was alluring. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at him. How can a devil be this beautiful?

’ Inner Devil 2: ‘He’s the fantasy starter pack: filthy mouth, perfect abs, loyal heart, and the kind of possessiveness that makes you feel safe and scandalous all at once. Inner Devil 1: ‘His mouth isn’t even that filthy. It’s… poetic.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Okay. Poetic filthy, then.’

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

"And you! Don't contaminate this young man's mind with your stupid ideas." "Tch! Doofus," The raven haired guy snickered and moved his eyes to look at me, "Hi there Henry I'm Blaze, I can be your friend, but if you want more I can be the fire that will help warm you in the cold night." He said with a silvery voice, and my brother unknowingly clasped his arms around my shoulders. “Hey, stop that! This is my brother, you jerk!" Grey yelled at the man, and Blaze's mouth curved into a sly smile.

So people being wary of pretty people makes sense. The biblical devil was the most beautiful. Still, I cling to the Earth expression, the greatest trick the devil played was convincing the world he didn’t exist. For all the forms that evil takes, I know that true Devils lie in the details that every one seems to miss. Details, I shouldn’t have missed.

A sinless beauty often lures the darkest devils, obscured in an overcast waiting to ravage on her scrumptious body. Please vote, follow and comment your thoughts..🍂

“If that’s what it takes to keep you, Bryan… then yes. I am the devil.” The words slithered through the air, wrapping around me, suffocating me. My stomach twisted violently. I fought the urge to gag. “You’ve hurt yourself…this much…just to trap me? Just to prove some twisted point?” Her lips curled, teeth flashing in a grotesque snarl, beauty shattering under the weight of her rage. She looked less like a woman and more like some feral thing cornered in the dark. “The devil can be very persistent when needs be. The devil lost to God and isn’t willing to lose again, she has to fight her way to the top, she has to stay married to Bryan fvcking Adams.” She wiped her bleeding and bruised forehe

But Alina’s determined stare left him no choice but to answer. “The ‘Devil’,” he said slowly, “is a man feared by everyone. They say he came straight from the darkest parts of hell, a man with a face as beautiful as Adonis, yet more dangerous than any enemy. His voice is deep and enticing, like an angel’s whisper… but his smile can freeze your heart and make you feel like you’re standing at death’s door.” Alina swallowed hard, curiosity and dread mixing in her chest. “What’s his name?” she asked softly.