The Devil Is A Handsome Man Novels & Stories

“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.

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

His dark hair falls just past his collar, and his face is carved like something that should be illegal, or wait… something I alone should be allowed to own because it’s so damn gorgeous I have never seen anything like it before. High cheekbones, a mouth made for sin, and eyes the colour of wet slate that look straight through my clothes, through my skin, straight into the desperate, overworked, and underfucked mess of me. This man is beautiful the way a blade is beautiful—sharp, cold, and promising blood, it’s the kind of beauty that makes your cunt clench before your brain even catches up. The devil, if the devil had decided to show up looking like every filthy fantasy you never admitted to

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like a drum. “You’re right,” Dominique said, his voice low and menacing. “But since you think I’m the devil, then I’ll gladly accept the name. And you, my dear, will be known as The Devil’s Handmaiden.” My heart raced as Dominique’s words hung in the air, a dark promise that sent shivers down my spine. The reality of my situation crashed down on me with the force of a tidal wave. This wasn’t just some cruel joke or a bad dream this was my new reality. And Dominique was the one holding all the cards.

He clutched his fist tightly and closed his eyes to calm down his rising temper. Aashmaan was blinking her eyes and her gazes were on him. She stared at him at how his veins were popping out from his muscular body. Devil glared at the man who tried to snatch his angel away from him DEVIL punched the man in his stomach and shouted, "SHE IS CLAIMED BY ME. SHE HAS BEEN MINE FROM THE MOMENT WE BECAME ONE. HOW DARE YOU PUT YOUR DIRTY HANDS ON MY CLAIMED ANGEL"

But somehow, I always pictured a balding old man with a pot belly caused by the cheap whiskey he drowns himself in every night. But I couldn’t be more wrong. The devil isn’t horned or hideous. He’s tall, sculpted, and terrifyingly beautiful. Power clings to him like a second skin beneath the flawless cut of his suit. His face is sharp, symmetrical and too perfect to belong to someone mortal, too perfect for the blood he spills, too perfect for the cruelty he yields, and his icy blue eyes can bring even the bravest man to his knees. A cold prickling sensation erupts over my entire body like a thousand tiny needles stabbing my skin

"You're so ugly. No man would ever want you. Before you die, I'll let you know what it's like to be with a man. You should thank me, really." The cruel words sent a wave of pain and humiliation crashing over Halsey. Her tears poured down once more. Then, with a sharp rip, the Stormborn Devil tore open her blouse. Halsey's delicate skin, the smooth porcelain-like beauty of a sheltered young woman, was exposed to the cold air. Her flawless complexion only seemed to fuel the twisted desire in the Stormborn Devil's eyes. "Your face is so ugly, but your body's quite a different story," he muttered, leaning down to kiss her.

The freaking handsome devil is laughing as if he turned crazy! Even though I wanted to thank the one with messy hair for helping the elderly, I changed my mind. It was because I instantly felt bad for what the guy did to the chubby man. He might be so appealing, but I know he was someone I should be wary of. The man, yeah… he was literally a freaking handsome devil, as I said. And he should just talk to the chubby dude and not hurt the latter if he wants to help. No matter what the situation was, being civilized matters. And hurting anyone is not a good thing to do. He should have just made a diplomatic talk to stop the commotion and not join in.

I stared in horror at the man in front of me without blinking. I was more and more afraid of him. I once stole a book by Asher; inside, a stunning sentence made me remember it forever. 'The devil has a fierce appearance that is not scary; the devil with an angelic beauty that is scary.' This sentence looks pretty suitable for Elias; he has a perfect face like a statue but a deep black heart like a snake or centipede. "If it's okay, be a little obedient to me; if you make me unhappy, I don't know what entertainment I will come up with to play with you." Elias left a warning and left the room.

My mouth dried up as HIS eyes followed every little movement of my body, a bored, nonchalant expression marring his perfect face. I had thought the man was handsome underneath the dim lights of his bedroom but good heavens… They did say the devil was the most handsome. And right in front of my eyes was none but an embodiment of a fallen angel. Broad shoulders that looked like they would bring the suit coat undone with just a bit of flex, black hair that accentuated the perfectly chiseled face. That sharp jawline… My captor was the most beautiful man I had ever laid my eyes on. Heck, put Henry Cavill and he would put him right to shame!