You Got The Devil In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

The devil hadn't just bargained for my eye; he had bargained for my humanity, forcing me to choose between a life of misery with sight, or a life of wealth in absolute darkness. I reached for the knife, my hand shaking violently. I wasn't reaching for the money anymore. I was reaching for the end of the game. I looked at him, and for the first time, I realized that the devil doesn't want your soul; he wants your despair. He wants you to realize that no matter which choice you make, you have already lost.

he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips, “we play our own game.” He pulled her closer, his other hand sliding around her waist, pressing her flush against his hard body. The trophy, still clutched in her hand, clattered to the floor, forgotten. The scent of her perfume, ‘Rebecca,’ mingled with his cologne, a volatile, intoxicating blend. His lips descended, claiming hers in a fierce, possessive kiss that was both punishment and promise. It was a kiss of anger, of betrayal, of raw, undeniable desire. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body, traitorous and alive, responded with a primal ache. The devil who was never meant to love had just shown her his true colors, and in that moment, sh

Suddenly, my back hit a cold, hard wall, and I shut my eyes and was on the verge of crying. I suddenly felt his cold fingers below my chin. I slowly opened my eyes, and he lifted my face to look up at him. I looked deep into those blue orbs and suddenly felt hypnotized. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think either. His eyes held me still, and I couldn't pull away. We kept staring at each other as though speaking telepathically; I stood there feeling stunned. My limbs had lost their senses, and I could only wonder why his eyes had to look this cold. Beautiful. So beautiful that I... I could just...

I shouted, but the sound was swallowed by the gunfire. Luca pulled me back. “We need to move!” I shook him off, refusing to leave. Not yet. Not while my father was still… still… The last thing I saw before someone dragged me away was her eyes—wide, a perfect mask of fear. Perfectly controlled. Too controlled. And the last thought I had as I was pulled from the massacre was simple, pure, and terrifying: They tried to destroy everything I loved. And I will make them pay.

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.

Yes, she can see him angry but not the change in his eye color. He didn’t even transform, so the rumor was true. The ruthless Alpha King of The Blue Moon pack has the devil’s eyes. He was more dangerous and superior with his bloodshot, raging eyes. “Y-Your... eyes. . .” Emily uttered, trembling. “So, the rumor is true,” Emily added, couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Yes, it’s true. The rumors were true, Emily,” he answered nonchalantly. “I have the devil’s eyes that everyone fears.”

And her begs brought me a satisfaction that I haven't felt in a while. Now the Devil's game will play. -------------------------------------------------------------- Sierra's POV " I told you to make sure that he doesn't drink any more alcohol. " I hardly get angry with the staff but at times like this, I snap and not only so, I get so angry that I want to fire them right this instance.

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word,

I said flatly. She tilted her head, looking me up and down with mocking eyes. “I heard some rumors about you. You caught the devil’s eyes.” She dragged out the word devil like it tasted sweet. “Do you even know what that means?” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t care what it means.”