Books Similar To Dante's Inferno Novels & Stories

I have two new books on the app, and I am certain you all are going to enjoy it. A beautiful story between, Dante and Elena. “Dangerous affairs with my professor, and “All shades of Maximo.” Mafia lord Maximo and his sugar girl Amelia. A fine story you all wouldn't want to miss on. I hope you all join me while I work through the beautiful journey of those two pieces, up there, Grab your popcorn and enjoy every bit of the ride. Your votes and comments would be highly appreciated fam. Love you all.

~Kim's POV~ The fluorescent lights of the executive floor hummed like a predator's low growl as I clutched the leather portfolio to my chest, my heels clicking a frantic rhythm against the marble. One wrong word today, and Damien Santiago would devour me whole. But God help me, part of me craved it.

And of course, endless spell books. He's even included mysteries and psychological thrillers by my favorite authors, a kind afterthought. But there’s more: living grimoires, erotica by demons that may well be written by Cenobites, and people’s wickedest sins recorded like the Screwtape Letters littering the place galore. There are the life records and deeds of every Damned in Hell, recorded in lurid detail by Penemue, the fallen angel of writing. He notices me look longingly at the books. “Shall we read?” he asks. “We can devour books on a blanket, out under the stars.”

Peaceful. Vespera Hale walked along the mahogany shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of the books. Philosophy. Strategy. History. She stopped. On a shelf at eye level, nestled between The Art of War and a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, was a book she didn't recognize. It had no dust jacket. The binding was matte black, textured like volcanic rock. The lettering on the spine was silver, sharp and angular. SAVAGE REBORN.

‘Nandito nanaman ako, anong oras nanaman kaya ako makakaalis dito’ I thought to myself while gripping the bag and strolling silently at the aisles of books, trying to find a book that might pique my interest. My eyes brows hunches up at the sight of a book that I have been looking for. I stopped in my tracks before my fast hand takes it. I let out an audible gasp, catching the attention of the person beside me. Quickly, I closed my mouth and took a glance at the person beside me before biting my bottom lip and concealing my smile at the embarrassment. A smile was etched on my face while placing the bag down between my legs and flipping the book open. ‘Shit, finally, sabi ko na talaga, at lea

“We’re going to get our son back,’ Ash promised quietly. “Trust me.” “Always.” ************************* The cold dungeon in hell reminded him of Dante’s Inferno. Bright had never liked when he read those kind of books. He called them “guilt-inducing” and then would offer Ray a half dozen alternatives. He had had a lot of time to read though, and Dante’s trilogy had been some of the books which stuck in his mind. “It’s good that you came so willingly.” Monika voice dripped with condescension. “I’ll give you a treat for doing so well.”

How can she let me suffer all these years when destroying our enemy was so easy? I catch a glimpse of Luna Nala with the corner of my eye, falling on her knees and holding her chest. I don’t know much about these things but that’s probably the pain of their bond ending. I can’t say I am sorry though. She will be fine and I hope she will get a decent second chance mate. Charred flesh smell fill the air. A smell that seem to fuel my vengeful wolf. Nina’s whole fur is red like flames but I can’t tell when the actual fur ends and becomes flames or if the flames are what make her fur.

she replied, her voice carefully neutral. Alessandro’s eyes, dark and intelligent, held hers. "Enough? Or merely enough to suit his narrative?" He picked up a leather-bound book from a nearby table, idly flipping through its pages. "Dante has a way of painting the world in stark black and white, doesn't he? Heroes and villains. Betrayal and redemption. But life, Amara, is rarely so simple. Especially in our family."

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.