The Beauty Of The Devil Novels & Stories

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

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.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

“But you said you’re in love with him, isn’t it a good thing?” She sighed, “The devil is known for manipulation and making deals with people for his own benefit, people would say that the devil won’t show up to you with horns and a tail, but he will appear as the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen to lure you in.” “You think he isn’t genuine?”

Soon a beauty laying on his bed caught his attention. She was sleeping and oh how peaceful she looked! But for how long she can even get this, this very little amount of peace? She had caught the devil's attention and he was approaching her. Soon he came closer to her. An ominous smile flashed on his face. His smile was beautiful. So often, devil can have the beauty as well. Yeah, a devil can be beautiful too. Just like him. He sat near her sleeping figure, while she flinched a bit. He looked at her with his wonder-filled eyes and questions. How can someone give him this much peace and satisfaction? He had never felt anything all those years, then why now?

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

He smiles as he takes my helmet from Kylie and grabs my gloved fingers pulling the fabric off. “You mean unhinged. You just need to pay more attention.” It is not the first time I notice how handsome he is. The devil with an angels face. Too bad I have nothing more left in me to give to Killer. As I stare at his retreating form, I KNOW that it doesn't matter. A devil doesn't want your love, hatred or anyone of those things that get you hurt. No, the devil wants your soul and all your desires. The devil wants to own you until you can only see the fire that burns in his gaze.

I stared in horror at the man in front of me without blinking. I was more and more afraid of him. I once stole a book by Asher; inside, a stunning sentence made me remember it forever. 'The devil has a fierce appearance that is not scary; the devil with an angelic beauty that is scary.' This sentence looks pretty suitable for Elias; he has a perfect face like a statue but a deep black heart like a snake or centipede. "If it's okay, be a little obedient to me; if you make me unhappy, I don't know what entertainment I will come up with to play with you." Elias left a warning and left the room.

The young woman thought of protesting, but she remembered in time that the being before her was a devil, the stories she remembered about them spoke as if a wounded ego turned them into horrendous and even more monstrous beings. "Say in creating this illusion that I will definitely laugh last at this joke." The devil smiled and the breeze from the seasonal coffee shop changed, not to something more summery, autumnal or wintery, it was simply like it was nothing coming from nowhere. But that was circling the table. Artemisia didn't think long before closing her eyes and just waiting for when she felt she should open them again.