Novel & Cerita The Face Of The Devil

I weakly said, still embarrassed about the situation earlier. "Huh?! I doubt he's 18, just look at those baby fats on his face." My face heated up when I heard someone spoke it out loud. Is there something wrong with my face? "Yo dude, look at him, he's blushing, you made the new kid blush," I saw the guy who said it, he was big, has black hair and was lean, more like a jock. And he was laughing together with a brunette guy, he's probably the one who said that I look like a baby.

“I won't let you do that to me again!” I do not know how to read a devil's expression properly, so all I can explain when I see Reksa's face is that he suddenly fell silent and stared at me for a few seconds without moving a bit. I almost thought he was somehow frozen. However, a moment later he gave me a lopsided smile that made me worried. “Your life is so unpredictable, cursed girl,” the devil said, almost as if he was snoring. “Something that can be both profitable and detrimental.”

“He looks so much better by your side than mine. Not to mention I noticed his eyes on you, sister.” Mia shook her head. Her sister was reading things incorrectly. He was not looking at Mia with romantic eyes, rather, with malice because he was the Devil and she, Mia Chapman, owed him. “Lily, you're wrong. He asked for you and I must say he was a little annoyed that I showed up alone.” Lily frowned. “Did he complain rudely?” she asked calmly and Mia realized that maybe she had made a mistake. She couldn't influence Lily in any way or she would be in trouble with the Devil.

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

he whispers nudging my forehead Sleep with me twenty thousand times and your debt is gone My eyes widened in horror, "Mr Voss, I don’t think I can last long for twenty thousand nights" my voice hoarse He smirked, Then, seven times per day Two thousand-eight hundred days You can last that long right? Seven times a day???! Even whores don't go that extra His face contorted, what did you say? He questioned. His face darkened, he pressed a knee between my thighs.

the music continued, and I sang along. I was called a psychopath by most people, and I don't dispute it. Another scream echoed, and I took a deep breath. It gave me a different type of feeling. I want to savor his screen. He is having a cigarette burn on his skin and face. I dropped the cigarette stick on the ground and stamped it. “That's enough,” I say, walking towards them. He had stains of blood on his face. His fingers were smashed, and blood dripped from them. I inhaled the metallic smell sharply.

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.

he trailed his hands down her face, stopping at her lips. Laura wanted to move away but couldn't. Suddenly, the look on his face changed swiftly from anger to passion, his eyes darkened and she saw the slow rise of his member. “This pretty mouth of yours. Maybe if it was used for better, it wouldn't make so much noise. Shall we try that out?" He opened her mouth with a finger, slipping it inside.

“And the world will know that what belongs to the Devil… stays with the Devil.” As he led me out of the cellar, a low, subsonic growl rumbled in his chest. In that moment, I knew the truth. Girard Roux wasn’t human at all. And I was about to enter a cage far more dangerous than this cellar.

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.