The Devil Is A Handsome Man Novels & Stories

His figure was tall and slender, and his face was extremely handsome. Even compared to humans, he was a peerlessly handsome man. In particular, there was a trace of faintly discernible evil spirit between his eyebrows, which made it easier for a woman to fall in love with him and drown in it, unable to extricate herself. These performances were enough to prove that this devil had an extraordinary high status among the underground devils. Just now, he was still explaining his plan to a person beside him, but suddenly, he seemed to have sensed something. His eyes suddenly focused, and the next moment, his whole body burst out the aura of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Did he have anything else in mind to do to her later ? “ Please don't be scared of me, I won't hurt you. I rather hurt myself ” Skyler had heard never to believe the devil's words. It was full of lies and deceit. But then, if he was truly the devil how come he looks human ? Wasn't the devil suppose to be so ugly with scary horns on his head. He was suppose to have a tail and the tongue of a snake. But he has none of them right now, he was just so human.

His shoes gleam beneath the bright, overhead lights. His hair is gelled back, highlighting his wickedly beautiful blue eyes and insanely handsome face. Devon Lachlan is no doubt the kind of man that could make any woman weak in the knees. Too bad I know his type. Beneath the well pressed suit and calm demeanour, lies a sadistic, carefully controlled darkness. Men like Devon Lachlan are the most dangerous of their kind, men who can play both the roles of a venomous demon and pure angel all at once.

The devil stood there still in the human form, wearing a tuxedo. He looked so handsome and charming that a genuine smile automatically appeared on my lips looking at him. He smiled back as he walked to me. “It’s been a long time, I have worn a suit.”He said, looking nervous while scratching his neck. “You look too handsome,” I said as I fixed the bow at his neck. “Ella,” The devil held my hand that was fixing his bow and then he kissed it with love. “If there is anything bothering you, please tell me.”His words seem like a plea that I don’t understand at all.

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. Clad in an expensive all black suit, was the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. His silver blue eyes were hollow and lacking of emotion, they were only ever adorned with a wicked glint before he slaughtered his defenseless prey or punished a poor soul. But they were hypnotizing and magnetic. His full, slightly pink lips were the most inflexible, he rarely ever smiled or showed his pearly white, perfect set of teeth. Yet those lips which have uttered the last words of plenty, invited gazes from women in thei

Did she seriously not think this through before she opened that mouth of hers? I lazily pulled my eyes away from her to look at Handsome. Goddess he was magnificent. I saw why people feared him. He exuded a strong aura when pissed that roared dangerous and deadly. This right here was Black Devil through and through. Fuck, I loved him. He was positively breathtaking.

His gaze flickered from my neck to my eyes, and the moment the words left my lips, a slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. "Then I will touch you, little rose. I will ruin you. Make you mine. I will unravel you piece by piece until pleasure is all you know." Devil. That was the only word that came to mind as I stared at Alaric. He was the devil— the kind who whispered tempting things, making it impossible to resist, making you crave him even when you knew you shouldn't. ‘Stay away from the devil. He is dangerous. He is horrible and cruel. If you give in to his temptations, your body and soul will be his. You can't run from him because, in the end, he always takes what belongs to him.

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

He stood in the doorway, sleeves rolled to his elbows, shirt open at the collar. He looked infuriatingly calm. Ronan Blackwood I've been too shocked to recognise him last night but now - fuck! Ronan Blackwood the rumoured devil. I had no idea if I should scream or just laugh because how the hell did I end up with the devil himself? “You had no right,” I said, my voice low, hard. “I saved your life.” he responded calmly. “You took it.” I marched toward him, heat burning through my chest. “You didn’t ask. You didn’t give me a choice. You just—scooped me up like I was some damsel who needed a knight.”

So people being wary of pretty people makes sense. The biblical devil was the most beautiful. Still, I cling to the Earth expression, the greatest trick the devil played was convincing the world he didn’t exist. For all the forms that evil takes, I know that true Devils lie in the details that every one seems to miss. Details, I shouldn’t have missed.