The Devil Is A Handsome Man Novels & Stories

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

His hair looked messy, but it added a hint of a boyish charm to him, making him look as handsome as the devil. Well, it was said that the devil is so handsome he could tempt you to sin with just his looks. His arms were wrapped around my waist, pulling me towards him in a firm hold. I blushed when I saw how my hands were also wrapped around him as if I were clinging to him for dear life. I sneakily tried to get out of bed and tried to lift his hand and get out of his embrace, but he was as firm as a rock, not bulging even a bit. I tried again, deciding to put in more strength and effort, but he still wouldn't bulge.

"You're pretty, nicely shaped, with bright skin and a pointed nose. I promised myself I won't hurt you. she's just a victim of circumstance she saw a good structured man she fell into my trap and I tamed her. So why won't I have a taste of you he muttered but I kept looking at him in awe!." "Whatever he might do you doesn't give you the damn! right to kill someone that is pure and innocent, your heart and soul are evil you're not different from the devil's incarnation I yelled as tears trickle down he smirks and scoffs. This man here is the devil as you say, I have no sympathy. Now I am going to have my way with you. He winked at me, my body was wimble. This man here can hurt me. I am not a

Although his methods were more logical than his brother's. Wait. This isn't about Alex. “ It's fine.” I sighed and a small smile made its way to his lips. I couldn't help but notice how adorable he looked, which sort of made me wonder how he could be a part of the mafia. He looked so…so, innocent and pure. But I knew he wasn't, he probably had as much blood in his hands as did Alex except, he had the face of an angel…whilst Alex was the devil himself.

Slowly, I turned, making it clear I wasn't eager to see him, and then I paused. Not because he was ugly. Far from it. He was ridiculously handsome: blonde hair, storm cloud gray eyes, and a face carved by a god. This man could pose as the devil, and people would still worship him. And he was taller than me. Huh. Not an everyday occurrence. Too bad he was a prick. I sighed. Why did the handsome ones always come with a catch? If it wasn't a small dick, it was a pungent personality. His brows rose. "I'm going to take that sigh to mean you have a problem with me?"

I wiped the stupid tears off my face. “Tamara,” both men called, and I raised my head. “What?” I asked them, one of my eyebrows arched. “Uhmm…” Leon fumbled with words that were unlike him before he settled his gaze on me. Sun rays leaked into the study through the window, reflecting on his face. Leon looked perfect, his jaw lines well defined, a strand of hair on his face, his lips slightly parted, and those stupid beautiful eyes. I have always known he was handsome, but why was he looking extra dazzling now?

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

“Want to say something, dear wife?” “I'm fascinated.” His fingers tighten around the steering wheel. “With what?” “You.” “Why?” “Because you look ruthlessly handsome.” A muscle tics in his jaw. “I'm the devil. I can't be handsome.” A small laugh escapes me. Is that how he sees himself? “Even the devil was once an angel.” “Not mine.” I open my mouth to argue, to tell him he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, but I shut it instead. I look out the window, watching the surroundings with growing curiosity.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

The most striking, and from what Mia could confirm, was that he had one eye of each color. Not that Mia thought it was a flaw, as many people did. But it was, in fact, something peculiar. It was said that only someone touched by the Devil,or even the Devil himself, had eyes like those. Remembering the creature's voice from ten years before, Mia felt a chill run through her body. "I need to get married, Miss Chapman," the man said, looking straight into Mia's eyes. Before she could respond, the butler returned with two more maids and refreshments were served.