Novel & Cerita The Beauty Of The Devil

’ 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.’

I'd slept with a whole number of women and none of them, no matter how much they felt they had control over me, no matter how much older they were than me, none of them has dared to lay a single finger on me…but this woman did, and she would get away with it too because, I didn't know why that silly move of hers was unbelievably hot. Like insanely hot. Her face lined with resentment and hatred, her nose flared as she gasped for air, her eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes filled with disgust, her lashes flickered as she tried to avoid my eyes, her back pressed against the bed frame creating distance between us, everything, every detail, every contour, every freckle. I remember everything and ev

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

"You're so ugly. No man would ever want you. Before you die, I'll let you know what it's like to be with a man. You should thank me, really." The cruel words sent a wave of pain and humiliation crashing over Halsey. Her tears poured down once more. Then, with a sharp rip, the Stormborn Devil tore open her blouse. Halsey's delicate skin, the smooth porcelain-like beauty of a sheltered young woman, was exposed to the cold air. Her flawless complexion only seemed to fuel the twisted desire in the Stormborn Devil's eyes. "Your face is so ugly, but your body's quite a different story," he muttered, leaning down to kiss her.

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

Her eyes were stunning, reminiscent of an autumn lake, and her radiant smile accompanied her apology for being late. Whether it was her beautiful eyes or her luminous smile, the board of directors, prepared to unleash their anger, suddenly found themselves enchanted and pacified. "No problem at all," they responded, waving their hands dismissively. They were captivated by her beauty, each secretly yearning to have her in their embrace. Many even entertained thoughts of seducing her. Little did they know that she was the Devil Queen. How would their desires change if they discovered her true identity? Would they still wish to engage in their lascivious fantasies?

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word,

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.