The Devil Is A Handsome Man Novels & Stories

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

I lied, my voice trembling slightly. He raised his head, one eyebrow cocked. No words, just the faintest smirk. I clutched my bag and heels behind me, blabbering, “I don’t even like breakfast! I’m… dieting.” Surely that was a good excuse to leave this place quickly. He scratched his head, the corner of his mouth twitching in that infuriating way that made him look impossibly handsome. He said, “Hmm… a handsome devil.” Immediately I realized he was about to go into what I did yesterday. I quickly turned back to face him, trying to lie with my eyes. “Sir, sometimes ‘handsome devil’ isn’t an insult. It just… means someone is too handsome for me to handle.”

Rose hummed, with her evil smirk playing on her lips. "You'll have to earn the money," she said. "Anything, please." Laura said, her voice laced with desperation. Rose was about to speak when Mr Smith came out with Scott Williams. Laura's gaze darted to them, and as soon as she made eye contact with Scott, she felt a chill run down her spine. Scott was extremely handsome. He had a strong face with sharp features that made him look very attractive. His piercing blue eyes were cold and serious. His thick brown hair was styled perfectly, showing off his sharp jawline. He was tall and lean, with broad shoulders that filled out his expensive-looking suit.

His face didn’t hold any emotion like sadness or whatnot, but from his eyes, I could read it all. My lips parted at the realization. Was he really apologizing to me? Alejandro? The man whose authority could move mountains at will? The man they call IL DIAVOLO? ~The devil Was I dreaming? Yeah, maybe. That definitely had to be it. Never in a million years would Alejandro ever admit that he was wrong. No. I moved back a little to be sure I heard him correctly. “What?” I asked, and as if that snapped him back to reality, he frowned.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

Mephiles looked up into the air to remember how it all began and how everything he has ever done led to this moment. For a long while, he stood upon the rampart and looked at every single star and the full moon. He looked up and looked back at his earlier days before he became a demon king. This is his story. This is his tale. This is how a man who sought ambition and a kingdom changed his life. A dark fantasy tale of the devil passing through the lands of the earth and the wolf hiding from the moon. The Devil and the Huntsman.

Without staying here for one more second, she left us alone. I glanced at Delilah, who looked devastated at my threat. Her blonde hair was disheveled, I just noticed them while her face was deprived of any makeup. Still, there wasn't a single flaw on it. Well, after spending grands at the plastic surgeons, you are guaranteed to have such a face. Delilah is indeed pretty if you don't think about the fact that she got that face with money. I pitied her for living such a fake life. Life is not easy for anyone.

He came like a storm and shook her spirt to its core. Victor Amuso, a man with a heart of rock, a living devil with a face of angel, he is an evil in the clothes of God. He has no morals and the only thing that matters for him is success and vengeance. She knows dealing with him can be signing off herself to her death but she was ready to put everything on stake.

Did anyone honestly think they could blatantly steal from the devil and simply get away with it? He took long, powerful strides toward the bleeding man and stopped just inches away from him. The man had been brutally beaten. His eyes were swollen completely shut, making it nearly impossible for him to even look at his lethal predator. His expensive white-collar shirt was completely soaked in his own dark blood. When the devil looked down at his prey's trembling hands, he felt a deep, dark satisfaction upon seeing the man was now missing two of his fingers. Exactly as he had wanted. Exactly as he had commanded his guards to do.

Are they some kind of a big ass organization, where bastards like Cole gather? When I turned to look at the devil, my confusion grew. He was just staring at the in front silently, like he was afraid he’d lost his sight out of him. I wanted to ask him questions, but he looks like he’s going to implode at one touch. He’s standing completely still, while his eyes are fixed on the old man with an intensity I’ve never seen before. The casual, smirking Cole I know is gone. He’s looking deadly. The politician—or whatever he is—wraps up his speech with a practiced smile. “Please, enjoy the rest of the evening.” He stepped down, and the room erupted into polite applause.