Dante Devil May Cry Father Mga Nobela at Kwento

"you know what dante ,I don't know why you love Calling my mom that ,well I wouldn't Blame you either because all of this is your mother faults and she had been the one implanting all those stupid stuffs in your head least I forget ,that son of a bitch is the richest man alive and the most RICHEST man in the whole wide world and so if you dare to go against him ,I could crush everything that you had been working so hard for and you know what ,I could do that with just the snap of my finger's and you know that I can , that's how neutral that I can be dante . least I forget this company belongs to our father and just so you know I only came to tell you that ,our father had decided t

Dante replied, voice like ice. “No,” his father said, “you’re telling me you're about to throw away everything I built for a Luna and a childhood crush.” “I'm telling you,” Dante said, “that I found someone stronger than anyone in your pathetic circle of arranged matches. He’s everything you wanted. He just doesn’t look like you expected.” A beat of silence. Then, surprisingly, his father chuckled. “That Luna better submit to you, boy. If he doesn’t… he’ll destroy you.” The call ended.

An officer quickly typed on his phone and showed it to me. [Stall for time. We're tracing the call.] I forced down the rage boiling inside me. "Where did you hide Ginny, you disgusting bitch? If you so much as touch a single hair on her head, I swear! You can't run forever! Bring her back!" From the other end, I heard Ginny crying. "Daddy! Daddy! I want Daddy." My chest clenched violently. "Shanon!" I roared. "If you hurt her, I promise you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"

He shook his head, staring at Dante over Adrian’s shoulder. “Just pray I don’t submit your sorry ass to them,” Don Vallerio added before storming away. Adrian turned to Dante, confusion visible on his face. But the look on Dante’s face was anything but remorseful. He raised the tequila bottle to his lips, gulping down the rest of its contents. He sat back down, a grin creeping across his lips. If there’s one thing I know about you, Dad, it’s that you’d rather burn down this earth than turn in your son, your last and only heir.

"Father, you don't get it, do you? Flameheart is not the type of person that you can toss around like that. We have tried to investigate him, but we came up with nothing. It is as if anything about him is too secret. Do you think that this messed hp plan of yours will work against him?" "What are you implying by that? You think I am useless don't you boy? Newsflash, I am your father, which means I know more than you do.!" His father spat angrily. Dante broke out laughing uncontrollably till his eyes were moist. His father glowered at him until he had his laughter under control.

He turned around and continued walking again, Venus struggling to keep up with his long powerful strides. "My father was a bastard, I killed him myself, and now some fucking how he is alive," Dante said gruffly, growling in the end. Seeing that his anger was surfacing. Hesitantly Venus slipped her hand into his, hoping to calm him down, upon touch, he jerked his head back to look at her, and then their entwined hands, sighing deeply, he tugged her along with him, hands joined. "My mother was a lovely woman, gentle and graceful, and my father too was a good man, after conquering a few packs his thirst for power increased, he changed.

Then, like he was the dramatic lead in some mafia soap opera, Dante appeared right in the middle of the room. “Why don’t you want to talk about me?” he said with a smirk as he pulled out the chair right next to me. Fuck my life. Federico cleared his throat. “Because we’re here to celebrate Melanie and her mother.” Dante stood again, walked right over to my mom, and offered his hand. “Hi. I’m Dante. My father’s first and only son. You don’t get to take my mother’s place.” “Grow up, Dante,” Federico snapped.

"I'm Ryder Blackthorn. It's nice to meet you, Dante." Ryder reached out and took Dante's hand in a grip that looked like it could crush bone. Dante's face twisted, his fingers turning white as Ryder squeezed with slow, spiteful pressure. "Nice to meet you, Ryder," Dante hissed, trying to pull his hand back. "Wait... you're Father Blackthorn's son. But you don't seem like the man my father described. He said the son was a... well, a nerd." "And who's your father?" Ryder asked, his voice smooth in a way that didn't quite feel safe.

He pointed his index finger at me, then put it in front of my breasts and ran it all the way up my skin until he lifted my chin. “People who show a lot of resistance annoy me,” he said, and I looked at him angrily. “Didn't my father tell you what I looked like when he sold me?” I asked angrily. “So you know,” Dante said, amused. “This is even better than I thought.” “Why would you make a deal with the devil?” I asked incredulously. "My father is a terrible man; the moment he thinks it's convenient, he's going to kill you. He'll take everything you have, and you'll be just a distant memory. I know, I know who the monster is that fathered me."

I felt heat rising in my cheeks. “He’s so damn hot. He never looked twice at me. My brother said it was the bro code and no one on his crew would ever touch me. Caine isn’t bad either but he’s scary as shit. You never know what that guy is thinking. I don’t think we want to know.” “Dante? Family?” I reminded her. She rolled her eyes and her grin widened before turning serious. “His father is The Father if you know what I mean.” “I don’t.”