The Beauty Of The Devil Novels & Stories

The teacher replied that this was a class about the country's history, not about Catholicism and such. "But, sir, fallen angels exist, right?" he asked. I raised my gaze since that question, for some reason, caught my interest. "Obviously, Mark, they are demons now," the somewhat exasperated teacher replied. "But are they on Earth in human form or are they spirits?" "Spirits." "How can you be so sure?" the boy insisted. "It's in the Bible, Mark, I recommend you read it; you'll find many of your questions there." "I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

“The deviless was beautiful, powerful, and revered, and so the warrior, who was a part of her personal guard, was interested in her as well. Not quite in love, but she caught his eye. And when she told him about her feelings, he explained to her what she was feeling was love. She'd fallen in love with him, and he ‘loved’ her back as well. But the devil was lying.” “You see, while he did find her attractive in appearance, he craved her power more than anything. She was basically a goddess in his eyes, and he wanted it to himself. This devil warrior had seen many wars, and so he had seen many die. The souls he'd reaped were countless, and every time he saw a man, whether he be human or superna

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

"We, who were once the queens of the dark, respected and feared in all the realms. He turned us into mere whispers in the trees." The circle pulsed with energy. Hate was their tether. And it ran deep. "But I bring you good news." Venice said, her voice softening with purpose. "The devil is weak now. The once dreaded prince of hell has been weakened because of a mere mortal woman." She laughed softly. "Who could've thought that this day would come, when we'd see the prince of hell, the devil's son, whose ruthlessness runs deeper than that of the devil, himself_who could've thought that one day, he'll be nothing but a tarnished soul."

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

“And what do you have to lose, you already lost everything,” She gazed at me, “I have nothing to lose,” she muttered. “Why does it feel like I am about to make a deal with the son of the devil,” I chuckled. “Don’t be modest Elena, if we make this deal, you would be making it with the Devil himself,”

I queried, "you said you already know everything about me, so what is the point of getting myself over dressed?" " I didn't say that!" Here we go again this the third time we are having an argument in less than 72 hours. " I wanted to say that you look beautiful in a casual dress," " Am I wearing a dress right now?" I asked walking towards the bench. " Why don't you go over to the rollercoaster?" It will be fun. _______ Author POV Julianne went into the rollercoaster ride with her invisible lover which she can't see, A female demon who was watching over Damien was fuming at their back, she raised her hand and pushed the air with supernatural force sending Julianne down from the top of the ro

Devine is holding onto a glass of wine, catching up with an old-time friend and sipping randomly from his wine when his tilted head propeled his eyes to catch a glimpse of the most beautiful woman in the world. His breath hitched as his gaze took in the attractive sight of Nutella as she stood by herself looking like the definition of deadly sins. Her curly wavy blond hair, appeared messy, leaving her with the bitchy appearance that he loved so much. His eyes accentuated her every curve and he cursed softly. Gosh! She was a walking sin, looking hot and captivating in all glory. His jaws tightened and he marveled his eye through the ecstatic sight, his eye wandering around her hot slited thig

He just stared at me, evaluating me like prey. The silence pulled tight between us, charged and thick. For twenty years, I had been taught that the devil walked the earth as an ugly, deceptive spirit, but looking at him, I realized the church had lied. The devil was beautiful. He was sitting right in front of me, wrapped in a bespoke black suit, exuding an authority that made the massive parlor feel incredibly small.