The Devil And Angel Novels & Stories

Before Rafael could flap his wings, Louis had appeared beside him and rudely grabbed the angel's wrist and raised his voice loud and clear. "Happy with you alone? You can't be happy with an angel. Neither with a demon. But it's not up to you to decide with whom he can be happy! ”Suddenly blue and white flames flared up and Rafael found himself with its owner in a circle of fire from which there was no escape. A swallow could be heard and it seemed as if the fire was consuming so much of the pure angels. Again and again the flames licked in his direction. Rafael let his gaze wander, then looked directly into two dangerously glowing rubies. Now Louis had also assumed his true form and stood be

Crystalbella was wearing a short black leather jacket today, paired with black body shaping leather pants. Her self-confidence was not merely for show because she had a great figure with a S-curve that protruded forward and backward, and her hips were wider than those of other girls, which made her hips particularly prominent. The short leather jacket rose up as she walked, revealing her slim waist that was as small as the palm of a hand. This kind of figure can be called the devil’s figure, as it especially can make men have evil reverie. Leonardo DiCaprio saw that the whole command center’s eyes had fallen on her, to his amusement. Indeed, there may be many female agents around, but one so

Kim began to push his hard dick in and out of Julianne's pussy waiting for her to adjust to his. He started pounding in and out of Julianne in a hurry, the bed bucked underneath them. Julianne's moan could be heard by their next door neighbor. They both reached their climax same time as the door busted open revealing a very disheveled looking angry demon. He grabbed the man's head and hurled into the wall, Julianne struggled to cover her naked body with the blanket. She watched in horror as the intruder hurled Kim at the hard wall, Kim stood up angrily not even a hair was out of place as he grabbed Damien's neck.

I greeted him and kissed him. "Thank you!" he thanked "Oh! By the way, let me introduce you to someone," he said, my brows furrowed. He stood up and I followed him with my gaze, my chest throbbed when I saw the man he was talking to. "Devi!" I was slightly surprised when Shaun mentioned my name "This is Alex, my friend." Shaun said and gave me a sly grin. Dang! I didn't think that he was the guy who crashed my car and was with Tim in the picture. Why did I just realize it now?! My God! Devi!

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

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.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

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

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.