Novel & Cerita You Got The Devil In Your Eyes

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

⚠️don't read!⚠️ (⚠️violence 🔞⚠️) Sak pasé! I didn't mean to end his life, I know it wasn't right I can't even sleep at night, can't get it off my mind I need to get out of sight 'fore I end up behind bars What started out as a simple altercation Turned into a real sticky situation Me just thinking on the time that I'm facing Makes me wanna cry

he murmured. Seraphina straightened as best she could, chin lifted. “If you're here to kill me, get it over with.” A soft chuckle echoed through the hollow room. “Kill you?” he echoed. “No, sweetheart. You’re far too valuable for that.” He stepped closer, and the light finally caught his face. She sucked in a sharp breath. He was beautiful—in the way a blade was beautiful. Sharp, polished, and meant to destroy. Midnight-black hair fell carelessly across his forehead, and his eyes—those eyes—burned with an unnatural crimson glow. A devil’s gaze. No humanity, just hunger.

I murmured, hating how small my voice sounded, hating how completely he had reduced me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, jerking my face up to his. “Look at me,” he growled. His eyes held nothing human. Empty. Cold. The devil in a designer suit. “I won’t kill you now,” he declared, his gaze boring into mine. “Not until I find the traitors who let you in.” “Thank you,” I said, barely able to speak. “Can I go now?” “To where?” He leaned forward until I could feel his breath against my skin. “You belong to me until I say otherwise. And right now,” he hissed, “I have... other plans for you.”

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

ELIANA The eyes are keys to the soul… or so they say. His soul was an abyss. Dark. Cold. Hollow. A wormhole that sucked you in. His eyes were a beautiful abyss. I’ve never been drawn to a man and I’ve seen a handful of men but all of them, compared to him, were like pebbles amongst a gemstone. The devil wears Armani. He was that devil and my fate was sealed the moment I was dragged into this room and locked eyes with him.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

he whispered, voice low, dark, teasing. Her fingers slid over his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle as she closed the last inch between them, lips brushing his. “If I can’t kill the devil…” she murmured, voice trembling with fire, “then when I take my revenge… you’ll wish for anything but death.” Her eyes locked on his in a promise. “I will make you taste tears of blood, dear devil.”

They say the devil comes to you like the sweetest temptation and just when you are willing to give, he takes away your soul, crumbling you to the ground. That was how I was feeling right now as I stared into two pairs of cold blood-red eyes. And oh, I stared back daringly as I advanced towards the middle of the bar that I was in, swaying my hips side to side as I moved.

My drunk brain takes one look at this scene and declares, with absolute certainty— “Why the hell did no one ever say the devil had pink fucking eyes?”