The Devil How Someone Sees You Novels & Stories

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…

The Bastard Devil was on the brink of transformation. It once been a Bloody Eye, that at the time passed, becoming a young man who looks like a snow in white. He was also cold, vicius-looking, yet every woman who lead their eyes at him would fall for sure. His good looks seemed his threatening aura to be his charm, every woman who admire good-looking young man sure to never resist the temptation. And that's would be their bloody end. This young man that was a Devil never love, he has a deep hatred to living people of this world. So how could he love someone raised in this place? He wouldn't do such a thing so he only killed his way to his revenge.

With my fingers, I thrusted into my pussy and stroked gently with a moan. It felt good, and soon, I was immersed in pleasuring myself. Just then, my eyes caught sight of the door knob turning. My eyes widened. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't as I haven't reached an orgasm yet. The door opened and my heart began to thud heavily when I saw a glimpse of black pants which I could swear I saw Dante wearing. Suddenly, I could see him standing by the door, his glare immediately shifting to an almost soft expression. His lips twitched when he saw me in a very compromising situation, with my legs still widely opened.

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.

I looked up at him and I immediately forgot about how embarrassed I was. He's so damn handsome and that must be what devils look like. I thought to myself. Devils, in real life, don't have horns. Otherwise, it will be too easy to identify them in the crowd. Instead, they've got a pretty face, a hot body, and countless amounts of money to buy the whole universe. They walk the walk and talk the talk. Then, before you know it, bang, you become their puppet with their hand in your ass. Urg. Not a very pleasant thought. Definitely not pleasant.

“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?”

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

He shook his head desperately, not understanding. Liam smirked at the sight of his confusion. “Do you even know who’s standing in front of you?” The man quickly shook his head. “Hmmm… I’ll tell you,” Liam said with a cruel smile. “You’ve heard of the devil, haven’t you? That’s me. Welcome to my hell.” The man’s legs trembled uncontrollably as fresh urine soaked his trousers. His heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst from his chest. He had heard the rumors, the stories of the devil, but he never thought he would face him one day.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

I don’t want to actually summon anything…let alone the Devil. I sink down onto a velvet settee in front of the window and run my fingers over the dark purple velvet. There have only been firsthand accounts recorded about what happens when the Devil is summoned, and no one knows exactly how accurate those accounts are. No one knows for sure what he looks like. Some reports describe him the way pop culture does. Tall, horned, with the face of a goat and the body of a lamb. Others describe him as a handsome man in a suit. We went over it briefly in my advanced-level defensive magic class, and it’s one of those subjects the professors here don’t like to talk about in fear it could encourage an i