Romans & histoires The Devil Angel

The only thing making him visible was the light from the fire place. "Would you like to dance with the devil?" He asked as he held his hand out. I stared him, contemplating in my mind. It's not like I had anything to lose. "Okay." I nodded hesitantly, standing to my feet. I walked around the table towards Nikola. His hair silky smooth, His jawline sharp and his lips perfect. He took my hand, His touch making butterflies dance within my stomach. I've never craved his touch and never knew it.

Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. And Dante Moretti—the Devil himself—had been the one she bargained with. “Why are you telling me this now?” she whispered. “Because you need to decide, Seraphina.” He stepped closer again, eyes locked on hers. “This world is cracking. The barrier between what is and what was is thinning. War is coming. Not just between crime families. But between realms.”

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.

“Even after I’ve filled you three times today.” Adrian moaned loudly, pushing back to meet every thrust. His hole was slick and swollen, leaking Luca’s cum from earlier, but it still clenched greedily around his thick cock. Luca leaned over him, chest pressed to Adrian’s back, and bit down on his shoulder. “You love this, don’t you? Being used by the devil while the world hunts us.” “Yes,” Adrian gasped. “God yes.”

"Follow me." I followed. I did not have a choice. I never had a choice. As I turned, I saw Lucas' mouth open and close, like he wanted to say something but could not find the words. I wanted to tell him it was okay. I wanted to tell him that I was not choosing the devil over an angel. It was that I had no choice. Sometimes the devil was stronger than the angel, and not following him could get us both killed. I walked without looking up. I could not look up. So I kept my eyes on the floor and I walked and I tried not to think about anything at all.

Said the angel one while kicking the devil's ass. "Wait, Wait, you're so mean!" The devil Yman cried while trying to cover his face using his hands. "Back off, you sissy! Go back inside your mama's p***y!" Said the angel Yman while raining punches towards the devil one with a background sound of hora hora hora. Yman shook his head slightly to get rid of the quarreling duo in his mind.

Taylor said, pressing his body against hers. Inner Devil and Guardian Angel turned Semi-Devil were holding hands, screaming: ‘Ahhhhh!’ Inner Devil: ‘This isn’t sex, but it’s close enough!’ Inner Devil: ‘It’s getting hot in here!’ Guardian Angel turned Semi-Devil: ‘So hot!’ Inner Devil: ‘So take off all your clothes.’ Guardian Angel turned Semi-Devil: ‘I am gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off!’ Inner Devil frowned, saying: ‘Please don’t.’

somewhere inside of me I know he is right because this doesn't have anything to do with Zee if Ash theory is right. "She's the devil's spawn." Brandon states and I smile a little. "Actually, demons are the devil's spawn." I correct and Brandon rolls his eyes. "Whatever, then she is the demon's spawn. That kind of makes her grandfather the devil. Good enough." My smile widens slowly. "Actually, the devil's name is Lucifer and he was an angel of heaven before he fell so he's still an angel so technically you're calling her an ang-"

I grinned feeling dizzy because this couldn't be real so I played along. "Of course you still think I'm a fucking angel." He rolled his eyes. Huh? "Aren't you…?" "Hey, Lucian. Ooh, you've met my new friend." A familiar voice interrupted us from beside me. I turned to see Hottie standing next to me. Huh? Do they know each other? Is he also an angel? I wondered. "I've met her before." Angel replied, "On Saturday, at a club." He explained.

I could feel those satanic eyes all over my skin, setting me ablaze as I returned to my initial position. "Would that be all, daddy?" I submissively lowered my head, glazing at my toes while I prayed for him to dismiss me. "Take a sit, angel." He gestured to the chair facing his. His tone was the most lenient a cruel, heartless beast like him could muster. I did as I was told, willing my eyes to look at him. The Devil was undeniably the most beautiful creation, crafted to perfection, for he was meant to be an Angel, but he favoured being an instrument of chaos and a weapon of destruction more.