Sometimes, A Devil Can Make An Angel

Sometimes, A Devil Can Make An Angel

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He was devouring me with his eyes. Taking me in from afar. He was like a kaleidoscope of memories. So perfect, flawless and so much like an angel. Just standing there, watching me. A part of me warned me this would happen, he would change, but another part was yelling me to take a risk and an angelic risk like him always turns to be the best. Until, it's not. It was everything he said or did. He made me feel safe and unsafe at the same time. We become each others lifeline. It was like a daydream not ending, nightmare not staring. His world moved too fast, burned too bright. But I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you toward someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you? Maybe he knew that when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn't losing him. It was losing me I don't know if you know who you are until you lose who you are. And Angel Knight wasn't ready to lose me, not just yet. Cover credit - averysummers
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❝May I have this dance, darling?❞ A soft chuckle escaped from his lips as he asked for my hand. He was close, way too close. I scoffed as his intense gaze carefully studied the frustration and disbelief that fell on my face. ❝We're really going to do this? Pretend we are that perfect happy couple who have jumped out of a fairy tale to attend this gala? Are you really that delusional Verratti?❞ I asked, my eyes twinkling in amusement, yet fully aware my words were as sharp as a knife. He deserved this and more, for all the shit he is putting me through. His smirk dropped as he stared down at me for one full minute, his gaze intense, like he was holding himself back from saying something. He then took a step forward, like he was trying to figure something out. I was almost convinced my words finally started to have an impact on him, until his face relaxed into a lazy grin as he proceeded to lick his bottom lip. ❝But darling, you seem to have quite the reputation for being the perfect doll in everyone's eyes. It shouldn't be that hard for an elite, versatile actress such as yourself to play the role as that one special gift sent from your family, just for me.❞ His green eyes were dark with amusement as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my earlobe. I tensed; he took it far. Too fucking far. ❝Fuck you Nikolai.❞ I seethed; my tone laced with venom meant just for him. His grin slowly turned into a sinister smirk, relentlessly taunting me as he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer towards him. One of his hands wrapped around my waist, the other entwined itself with my remaining hand. He slowly regained his posture and composure, and whispered softly into my ear, ❝Fuck you too Carla.❞

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