Catarina Devon Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

] - Zoravec He was sure that Devi did not hold back from feeding on the lustful thoughts of his. After all, she introduced herself as the demoness of lust which was obvious that she was feeding on him. However he did not feel any kind of exhaustion or dizziness which normally was the successful dual cultivation.

Karina said. We nodded at Karina, who was petite and dark-haired, the quiet one of the group. Luckily, there was no line since everyone had already gone through. We picked up our respective lunches and headed to the table. "Well, I heard that the guys from the team are single, that gives us an advantage," Alessa, with her long black hair and envy-inducing crystal blue eyes, sat across from me. And yes, she was the flirt. Karina sat beside me. "A table was empty in the center," Karina complained, pouting a bit.

The front doors opened before we even reached them. A woman in her fifties greeted us with a warm smile. "You must be Alessia." I nodded politely. "I'm Sofia De Luca." Unlike everyone else I'd met so far, she looked genuinely kind. She reached out and squeezed my hand gently. "We're happy you're here." Before I could respond, another voice interrupted. "Mother." I turned. Matteo. He looked exactly the way I remembered him. Perfectly tailored black suit. Calm expression. Sharp eyes that seemed to notice everything.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

Not thinking that. Jonathan 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-?" Jonathan 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.

But years of staying around grandpa Kazuo, attending his meetings, and forced to read faces of stone-hearted men rather than lips has taught me a lot. Throughout the dinner, Devon had a brilliant smile on his face. A charming smile, the kind that makes you feel at ease and let yourself go, sinking into his charm before you realise you're in too deep and drowning. But underneath that smile was rage simmering like an active volcano about to erupt. Especially after Carter gave him that...that gift. "Is everything okay?" Cynthia asks, placing a soft palm over mine. I shake my head, willing those thoughts to vanish. "I guess so,"

Aphrodite slowly rose to her feet, leaned down slowly, fully aware Sophia was in the room, and ran her index finger down my semi-flaccid shaft that had hardened again from her touch. “This is mine,” she growled possessively before taking her sweet time to tuck me back in. “We're done here,” she murmured, pecking my lips and adjusting her dress. She turned and walked out, not once stopping to acknowledge that Sophia was both red from anger and shock. I blinked, the haze of lust slowly clearing from my head as shock was slowly replaced by pride. I was both proud and shocked at the turn of events. What my mate didn't know was that she'd just awakened the animalistic desires I'd be reigning in,

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.