The Devil Is A Handsome Man Novels & Stories

His name echoed in her mind like a strange melody. And though it was dark, she could barely see his face up close. Oh heavens! This male right here with her was strikingly handsome. Just how beautiful was he going to be when she sees him in full light? No wonder some referred to him as 'a beautiful devil'-a sin that could draw you close and end you miserably. Yet, as those reminders echoed in her mind, she didn't feel scared. Her trembling hand slowly reached for his face. She paused for a moment and swallowed before finally summoning the courage to touch his skin. The dark crack on his face let out a faint golden glow-beautiful and spellbinding.

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

I had an urge to touch, kiss him once more, and fall into his firm arms. Is he Lucifer? The devil was said to be so handsome in the bible. Perhaps he is. He must have fallen from heaven. All my life, I haven't seen a man so handsome. Few men are handsome, but not this handsome. What is happening to me? Am beginning to lose it. "I need to focus, Diana focus." I shook my head. "Diana, he's not that handsome. He's just a normal man." I slapped myself softly. He chuckled. "Hope you know you're weird and crazy at the same time."

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.

“You look beautiful. That’s why you can’t entertain me.” The woman held the devil’s arm. The latter’s expression instantly darkened. “I don’t like your touch. Take your hand off me before I chop it off.” “You crazy son of a bitch!” she hissed and let go. His Grace just grinned and waved goodbye. He was about to walk away when he heard the human whisper something. “That wench! If I see her again, I will scratch her face! How dare that filthy woman spoil the fun?!” In an instant, the human coughed up blood. The devil glared at her. “I am the only one who is allowed to bully her. Say those words one more time and I’m going to rip your throat. Now, get out! All of you!”

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.

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

They will not see me cower in fear, I will not allow them get the pleasure of seeing me vulnerable. “Feisty, I like that. After I am done with her, she will know to only speak when she is being spoken to.” The devil said with a smirk. I felt goosebumps starting to form on my arm, He looks like the definition of evil with that wicked smirk that can make anyone’s heart beat twice as fast in fear, that cold stare that can make anyone shiver in fear, that authoritative voice that can make even the most confident person doubt their entire existence. His mannerism seems to contrast with his appearance, how can someone so evil be so handsome? he has the most piercing yet beautiful green eyes, jet b

Devils could have been humans too living amongst us, it could have been anything, but the description they gave us was that he had two horns, four hands and four legs and that they always looked ugly. Alright, the ugly part is kinda the only truth in their numerous lies, depending on what you see beauty as. Cause her devil wasn't beautiful in her eyes after she found out she was a devil. Her devil didn't seem nice anymore. Her devil who always checked up on her, now leaves her wondering whether all the love, the attention, the care were all fake.... They were, weren't they? Back to reality> The world around her seemed to freeze as she stubbornly pulled the trigger. The bullet met Elena's che

"Stay out of my way Santiago. I don't need you playing hero. I'm no damsel in distress. I'm going to take you, the black smoke syndicate and the entire group of criminals and thugs that keep the underworld of this city fat and happy. I'm not going to stop until I get rid of every single one of your vermin." "Why?" Her eyebrows drew together and I saw the confusion on her face. "Why what?" I stepped closer, enjoying the way she sucked in a breath. I knew that somewhere in that head, she was convincing herself that her reaction to me was nothing, a fluke, but I wasn't as deluded as her. A thought suddenly began to work itself into my mind as I stared at her pillowy lips and the tiny birthmark