Dante Devil May Cry Father Mga Nobela at Kwento

I tried to move for my father, but then one of Dante’s men pointed a gun at me. My father had collapsed on the floor, and he was bleeding from the head. Dante stared me down. “Do we have a deal or not? Because if we don’t, I’ll kill your father and come after your mother next. And if that’s not enough, then I’ll go to Uncle Donovan, Aunt Kelsey…and the list goes on and on.” “You’re a fucking psychopath.” “I know.” He continued to hold the gun steady. “Love makes us do crazy things.”

Dante snorted out, “we’ve already established that your father is a bit of an asshole.” “I wish I could say I blamed him.” . TBC

Her arms encircled me as I basked in her familiar perfumed scent. My nerves relaxed as we embraced. Maybe this was going to go better than I feared. Papá appeared at Mama’s side. Releasing her, I turned to him, hoping for a hug. Before I could speak, his palm contacted my cheek. Shocked and stunned, I stared in his direction. His gruff voice reverberated through the first floor. “Avergüenzas a tu familia.” Standing at least four inches taller than my father, Dante materialized at my side with a deadly expression as he seized my father’s wrist. “Touch my wife like that again, and I’ll kill you.”

“Being an Alpha clearly does not suit you.” Dante’s fists clenched at his sides. “I don’t know who you take after. Certainly not me. Not your mother either.” His father’s eyes darkened with disgust. “Sometimes I wonder if you’re even my son.” The words settled heavily in Dante’s chest, but he remained still. “You’re weak,” his father continued. “Your brothers are more like me. Strong. Ruthless. Worthy.” Something inside Dante snapped. Before he could stop himself, he lifted his gaze and glared at his father.

the man revealed. Dante's mind suddenly went blank. Out of everyone he thought would be behind this, he never thought it would be his own father. Dante started to kick Alexander mercilessly. "Ahh" Alexander cried out when Dante's kick landed on his jaw and a sickening sound of his jaw breaking echoed around. Everyone around Dante seems to be scared of their boss. After Serene is kidnapped, Dante changed. He became unapproachable. Dante didn't stop until Alexander lost conscience with pain. After that, Dante left the Rivera mansion to confront his father.

Family. "Yes, and we agreed we would do anything for family." "Not like that. There must be another way," he replied. His son, Dante, on the other hand, who has all of my family’s genre flowing through his veins, has never been soft, in contrast to his father, who is always far too soft.

His cum dripped down my chin, mingling with my tears, a stark reminder of his dominance, his control. ***** I came to ruin my ex. I never meant to kneel for his father. I came back to ruin Caleb Vane. I had a plan that was cold, sharp, and merciless. But then I met Malric Vane. The man doesn’t flirt. He commands. One glance and my legs trembled. One word and I was on my knees. He’s the Lycan every wolf fears. The man no one touches. And now I wake up in his bed, spread wide, bite-marked, and dripping for more. He says I wasn’t born…I was made. Made to obey. Made to please him. And the worst part? He’s right. Because every time he calls me good girl, I forge

Vera's POV Dante's father stared at me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. His eyes held something I couldn't quite identify. "Being with Dante will kill you," he said quietly. My heart stopped. The words hung in the air between us, heavy and terrifying. "What?" I breathed. "What do you mean?" "Exactly what I said." He leaned forward, his expression grave. "My son is cursed. Has been since he was a child. That's why he's a hybrid. That's the truth you need to know."

“You see dear, I was always scared my son would end up alone as he always wanted, it would have broken my heart to see him do that. He may not tell you this, but Dante had a very odd childhood and that affected him badly” “Odd? How so?” I asked, interrupting her as she spoke. “Oh yes, it's something I can never be proud of, but Dante's father used to be a very short tempered man and whenever he was mad about something he would always take it out on me, it was really terrible having my little boy witness all of that and growing up as a teenager, I observed that my son had taking some traits of anger from his father”, She paused and took a deep breath.

"My father wanted revenge. I want to understand why. I want to know what makes a man willing to spend his entire life hunting one family. So I'm going to hunt yours. And I'm going to do it better than he did." "Dante will kill you," I said. "Probably," Vittorio said. "But not before I show him what it feels like to lose everything the way my father lost everything." The line went dead. Dante was awake the moment I walked back into the bedroom. "Who called?" he asked, his hand already moving toward the weapon on his nightstand. I told him everything. His expression didn't change. But something shifted behind his eyes. The god like certainty flickered for just a moment, replaced by something a