Capone Bege Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

He smiled, then lifted my chin with the knife to meet his gaze, “Casio Capone.” My eyes widened, then he continued, “You didn’t know, did you? Ha! Fucking hell. Either you are dumb, or he is just damn smart enough to keep it a secret. But unfortunately, he wasn’t smart enough to keep you a secret.” He grabbed my chin again, then leaning in, his lips hovering over mine, “And you were dumb enough to let him into your life, to let him touch you, even kiss you.” He released his grip harshly.

Not thinking that. Adom finds the 'too perfect' clan leader enjoying some of his servants in the cellar, most of them being female and all of them barely clothed. The devil extends both of his hands, cats eyes glowing as smoke begins to fill up the room. "What?" the vampire leader barks as his meal starts to disappear. "What is the meaning of this? Who dares-?" Adom snaps his fingers and the smoke disappears, along with all the people. The devil pulls a sword from a useless coat of armor as he walks over to his enemy.

In front of the couches was a glass wall that permitted Antonio to look out onto the floor below. A well-dressed man in the VIP section greeted us. “Capo! Chi e questo bel pezzo di culo? Un po’ grassottello, ma sembra un cherubino scopabile.” (Who is this fine piece of ass? A little chubby, but she looks like a fuckable cherub.) Vincenzo leaned towards me and eyed me up.

And anyone who dared oppose it would be erased. I stared at the door, at the heavy lock on the outside, at the scattered purple fruit lying useless on the floor. What kind of man what kind of monster would give you his dead love’s favourite fruit, then try to kill you for mentioning she ever existed? What kind of being would claim to care for you, yet hold your life in his palm like a glass he could crush whenever the mood took him? A heartless tyrant. A devil in human skin. A demon who loved nothing but his own grief, and would destroy anyone who dared remind him it was too late to fix it.

“I adore command rebellions. They’re so clarifying.” “Forty seconds,” Observer One said. “To what?” Vale asked lightly. “To your failure,” Observer One replied. I liked him more every minute. I studied the halo rig; ports, emitters, stabilizers. Portable, yes, but power-hungry. That meant local capacitor banks. Which meant... “You’re not running this on internal batteries,” I said. Vale’s eyebrow lifted. “No.” “External feed.” “Yes.” “Above us.” “Yes.” “Through the service spine we just breached.”

“You are mine, Devil Emperor Finn.” A fragment of pure halo light bloomed from her palm and sank into his heart. Finn slid his hand around her waist, pulling her close. “I am only yours, Heavenly Empress Vivica,” he whispered, accepting her light as he placed a beautiful black crown upon her head, the crown of the Empress of Hell. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss as white and black petals rained down from above, showering them in a storm of light and shadow. Cheers and applause erupted throughout the venue.

"If you're going to keep me hostage in a multi-million dollar mansion, the least you could do is get the spicy beef flavor. This brand tastes like cardboard." Lorenzo blinked. For a fraction of a second, the dangerous, unhinged mafia heir looked completely thrown off balance. He stared at me, evaluating my total lack of submission after everything that had happened. "Eat your food, Alina," Lorenzo murmured, his voice dropping back into a cold, guarded register as he turned toward the door. "Don't mistake my patience for mercy." "Tell your chef I want hot sauce next time, De Luca!" I called out to his retreating back.

I want every man in this city to envy me. So, I wore a burgundy gown and walked into the ballroom. I thought I deserved to witness my own success. Instead, I saw Silas standing in the center of the room with the Elders, beaming. Camilla was clinging to his arm in a champagne dress, the emerald necklace resting perfectly on her chest. "...The success of this operation is all thanks to Camilla," Silas announced loudly, raising his glass. "A toast to our Famiglia's finest Capo!"

he yelled at us throwing the files he was holding at us and I peeped to glance at the picture on it. Rainal O'Brien? I've never seen is picture but he is quite handsome and hot. I was able to identify it because his name is boldly written under it. "He is the drug Lord and we can't just let him see our weakness just because everyone think he is dangerous" "Vendetta this is your next Mission"he said and my eye widened. "But sir" "Aren't you capable anymore just because you know he is powerful"he fired and I swallow my words.

"You are not a kid. You know what I'm saying…" I forced a thick swallow down my throat and bit down on my lower lip. I would have wondered if he was suddenly possessed. I have heard stories about Capon and he had never, ever let off a debt. Never. The only time as I heard he ever let off a debt was when he wanted a sex mate. More like a slave mate. "I'm sorry, sir but I don't understand you," I said, keeping my voice as calm as I could. I watched as his face formed into a thick frown. He lifted his glass and began to sip from it again. He made sure to down the entire content before he started to speak again. His man rushed over and refilled his glass.