Novel & Cerita The Face Of The Devil

Internally, I grimace at the realisation that it is weirdly more gratifying to listen to, rather than the sound of me smacking my wife's ass as I take her from behind. He groans, spitting out blood, "Is that all you got, your wife has a better hand than you do." He mutters incoherently. I run my fingers through his hair which is drenched in sweat, yanking his head back, and I force him to meet my gaze, "You know, Castello Esposito. The wildest gimmick the Devil likes to play isn't him making you accept that he doesn't exist. It's him making you believe that you are on friendly terms. Acquainted." I growl, lowering my head, and getting right in his face. "So that when you finally did meet me

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

the devil rudely replied lying and I could also see he was struggling in trying stand up and stop bowing. "Yes, you have and I have come to take one of my sheep. My sheep listen to my voice; I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me— "I still don't know what you are talking about!" the devil continued speaking lies, his natural language. There he transfigured before them. His face shone like the sun, and his clothes became as white as the light.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

biggest mistake of his life. "ENOUGH. I LUCIFER HERE BY ANNOUNCE THAT HUMAN WOMAN IS MY MATE, NOT ONLY FOR THIS LIFE TIME BUT FOR ETERNITY. IF ANYONE EVEN DARES TO COME BETWEEN US, I WILL KILL THEM." I said with my devil voice and I can see my skin burning and turning red and taking complete Devil form. All the Demons started to surround me, Hades might be the one for whom they work but they worship me... my inner Devil. They all kneeled before me but I have no interest in them. I snarled at them and they ran away. I am no longer in my control. My Devil form is completely out and all I can see is red. I want her... only she can calm me down.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 �

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

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.