The Devil As Feelings Mga Nobela at Kwento

I whispered while my heart was going crazy, and tingles erupted in my stomach. Damiano gave me a lazy smile in return as he caressed my cheeks. “You were all I could think of. From that day, I swore you would be mine.” He had me smiling shyly. Who could have foreseen that I would be helplessly captivated by this enchanting Devil? We were from two different worlds; one shaped him into a powerful ruthless leader while I was raised in the comfort of a sheltered life. They say opposites attract, and maybe that was why we were captivated by one another.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

I quickly looked down and shut my eyes in fear. All of a sudden, I felt a soft grip on my chin. Zachary slowly lifted my chin with his index finger. I looked at him in fear and nervousness but he smiled and stared at me softly. “You think I am a beast, don’t you? You have been told that we Devils are vicious scourges with no heart. We love to kill and find immense pleasure in others’ pain. We love to torture poor and innocent people. You’ll find it funny and hard to believe how can such barbarous demons fell in love with Angels against whom we only have a feeling of rancor. Isn’t it Moon Princess?“, he said, his voice was deep.

If I knew that he's going be the demon that pries on my soul, I wouldn't have met him. His eyes, his dark brown doe eyes which used to depict pure warmth and affection, were now dripping of dominance and cruelty. His doe eyes were no longer innocent, but they're flaring with rage. Against me! He looked like he wanted to see me suffering, the corner of his lips were tugged up forming a satisfying smirk. The man whom I used to adore transformed into a man whom I would like to erase from my life. Seeing him smiling, hearing his voice, sensing his presence gives me shivers.

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

His face didn’t hold any emotion like sadness or whatnot, but from his eyes, I could read it all. My lips parted at the realization. Was he really apologizing to me? Alejandro? The man whose authority could move mountains at will? The man they call IL DIAVOLO? ~The devil Was I dreaming? Yeah, maybe. That definitely had to be it. Never in a million years would Alejandro ever admit that he was wrong. No. I moved back a little to be sure I heard him correctly. “What?” I asked, and as if that snapped him back to reality, he frowned.

Scorpion murmured under his breath as he was afraid his boss might overhear his words. Scorpion and the devil grew up together. But the way he treats Scorpion made it impossible to know that they once shared the same bed. Scorpion sighed at the thoughts. He doesn’t know why, but the way the devil treats him, makes him feel neglected. However, he knew there was nothing he could do. The devil isn’t a person who listens to others. He’s a headstrong human who has no regard for human life. In his world, there is nothing but pain and anguish. The Devil doesn’t know what love is.

she lifted a hand slightly, tugging at the cloak he’d adjusted “—and it doesn’t add up.” He said nothing. The silence stretched so long she almost laughed just to break it. But then he stepped forward again, each movement controlled, deliberate. He stopped only a breath away, close enough that the heat of his presence pressed into her skin. “Feelings,” he said at last, voice low, almost dangerous, “are distractions. They compromise judgment. They make men reckless.” Her pulse quickened. “Is that what you think this is?” His gaze didn’t waver. “It’s what it must be.”

Why does the mere thought of him stir a storm of confusion and warmth inside me, a sensation I’m supposed to hate? No. No. No. This isn’t right. This can’t be happening. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. Not now. Not ever. The sharp image of his face, cold and calculating, flashes before my eyes—a reminder, a warning. He’s the devil in disguise, a merciless force, not someone I should be softening towards. I can’t afford to forget that. I can’t allow myself to be swayed by fleeting moments of tenderness or vulnerability. To do so would be to lose the edge I need to survive—to keep my focus sharp enough to find a way out of this nightmare.