Innocent Devil の小説・ストーリー

He just leaned forward, elbows to knees, and waited. That’s the thing about him. He never asks more than he should. He understands this bloodstained game we play, he respects the rules. He knows when to keep his damn mouth shut. I finally sat down across from him and took a sip. The burn slid down my throat, but it didn’t do shit to the cold chewing at my gut. “We set the trap,” I said. “Fake location. Arms deal. Low security. It spread through that rat we planted — just enough to sound real. Casey’s dogs came sniffing like I knew they would.”

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

“Because I decide when you get to fall apart… and today, you don’t.” She sank back against the seat, sulking in silence, the sharp ache between her thighs making her bite her lip. In that moment, the thought that had haunted her since meeting him: Is Lucian worse than the devil? vanished entirely. Because now she knew the truth. The devil might tempt. But Lucian Devlin denied. ---- Serena POV

“This young devil was idealistic, he wanted the ceaseless violence that seemed to dominate the world to stop, and he thought that the deviless could help with it. But the devil clan had one rule; never dabble in the affairs of the mortal world. They were merely there to reap the souls, not stop mortals from dying. Death is part of life. It's the order of things.” “The devil wanted to use the deviless to realize his ambition of uniting all the races of the world so death wouldn't happen by violence, but the deviless, no matter how fond she was of him, wouldn't agree to help him. This made the devil warrior mad. The love between them started to deteriorate as the devil got harsher in his insis

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

She was laying naked and bathing in her own blood there. From that moment whenever he felt rage he used to cut his own hand and suck the blood out thinking it was Avalyn's ,that gave him peace of mind. Damien had his eyes closed and his head hung low as he finished telling him how he did everything with her in brief. "I had buried her in that graveyard by myself, and you know what I had named her," he smirked. "Devil's Innocent Angel, She was mine and I was the Devil and she was pure Innocent Angel whom I ruined,But I don't regret a single moment spent with her, she was delicious just like her blood",he said and his laughter echoed in the whole room.

I marked out. She chuckled. That sinister chuckle. "Excuse me?" Her eyebrow corked at me. "Um, don't tell me you're trying to defend her. Dude, she's just your mistress. I'm the main woman here." I shook my head. "You don't own that title anymore. I might not be in love with her, but it's not right for you to disrespect her." "Really?" She scoffed. "Woah, you're really defending her? Defending a devil in disguise?"

Earlier when he was about to die by the hand if the one that has been saving him all this years from the bullies, how ironic, he never had thought that the only person that is a master of death to save him, how can he ever think that, The Devil has been the nightmare and horror movie of all the Lords and Mafias, so him saving him and looking innocent at it made Vince see him in another way. He has been viewing The Devil as an ugly and demonic lord that love killing anything that it sees and them it it flesh raw, well be is not to blame though base on how he grew up and how his life has been, although he is now skilled, it doesn't mean that his traits with which dreaming and wishful conclusio

His hidden mockery cut her heart with a blunt knife; she pushed back her tears by blinking her eyes repeatedly. “Who are you? How do you know me?” “Wrong question!” He waved his finger and stalked towards her. “What can you do to tear Alpha Eric’s world?” She got alerted at her worst enemy’s name, her shoulders got tensed at his uncanny question. “I could strike a deal with devil if needed.” Sophia growled furiously; her eyes ablaze with her inner fire. “Hello, Sophia. I am the devil.” He stretched his arm for a handshake, his firm grip livened her hope.