The Beauty Of The Devil Novels & Stories

THE DEVIL MIGHT NOT BE THE UGLY CREATURE THAT WE ALL THINK HE IS, SOMETIMES HE’S THE MAN YOU’VE SPENT YOUR ENTIRE LIFE WITH, OR THE PRETTY MAN YOU ENJOYED ONE OF YOUR BEST NIGHTS WITH. ————- WELCOME💕🌸 ———— ALICIA’S POV. The poison.

The woman, Bane thought. He waited until the three other men had left before he turned around. Even in her dishevelled state, the young woman shone with innocence and pureness. Bane felt a need to corrupt her, to show her the dark side of life and bind her down here with him. A wicked smile spread across his lips.

I already informed my guards to be alert around her and to not let her out of their sight. Any one who fails or defiles me, would face grim consequences. They do not call me the devil for no reason. My head turned to the peaceful, sleepy Lucia, and I shook my head. How could she sleep so peacefully in this situation? One minute she was all over the place, kicking and cursing at me for taking her away from her weakling of a boyfriend, who has been cheating on her, the next she is sleeping peacefully like she has no care in the world.

He was still partially dressed from the wedding ceremony, though he'd removed his formal jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. His face was unnaturally beautiful in the flickering candlelight, with sharp, aristocratic features that looked like they'd been carved by a master sculptor. When she'd first heard rumors about the demon king, she had expected someone disgusting and frightening to look at. But when she'd seen him in the throne room, and again during the wedding ceremony, she'd realized he was the pure definition of a devil with beauty - gorgeous enough to make angels weep, but with a soul blacker than the deepest pit of hell.

he murmured. Seraphina straightened as best she could, chin lifted. “If you're here to kill me, get it over with.” A soft chuckle echoed through the hollow room. “Kill you?” he echoed. “No, sweetheart. You’re far too valuable for that.” He stepped closer, and the light finally caught his face. She sucked in a sharp breath. He was beautiful—in the way a blade was beautiful. Sharp, polished, and meant to destroy. Midnight-black hair fell carelessly across his forehead, and his eyes—those eyes—burned with an unnatural crimson glow. A devil’s gaze. No humanity, just hunger.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

Devils could have been humans too living amongst us, it could have been anything, but the description they gave us was that he had two horns, four hands and four legs and that they always looked ugly. Alright, the ugly part is kinda the only truth in their numerous lies, depending on what you see beauty as. Cause her devil wasn't beautiful in her eyes after she found out she was a devil. Her devil didn't seem nice anymore. Her devil who always checked up on her, now leaves her wondering whether all the love, the attention, the care were all fake.... They were, weren't they? Back to reality> The world around her seemed to freeze as she stubbornly pulled the trigger. The bullet met Elena's che

“You devil!” Oh, just how much he wanted to skin them both alive with her knife. Enjoy their scream and bare it deeper into her subconsciousness as she wanted to make it her relaxing tone that will ease the pain and the dark life, they both gave her. For the uncle, she calls it worse than any devil that lives under the pit of hell, where her past and in the arms of him, she becomes a dirty one filled with the different men to whom she is sold. “Shh...” she whispers, slowly making her way to the almost lifeless body of the woman who once was the most beautiful maiden but now is an unrecognizable freak.