Dante Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

I remembered that I fell unconscious because of the gore I saw but I didn't expect myself to wake up in a luxurious bright room in front of a Greek god. "Stay away from me," I said to him trying to be confident but my legs were shaking, they felt like jelly, they were going to bail on me. "I am not going to hurt you noisemaker," He said calmly, his deep voice echoed soothingly in my ears. "But.. but you are Valentin Rostislav and Alexei.." I paused my words and my eyes widened in shock. Alexei had tattoos, looked different and killed Mateo, Reuben and Brandon. He almost killed Karol and it seemed like he knew Karol.

All I could do was cry. “I swear it, if I be Dante Vincenzo, I’ll make your life a living hell,” Dante drew his face closer to mine, his eyes now cold, locked onto mine. “I’ll become your worst nightmare, and you’ll regret ever knowing me. You’ll crave death, but it won’t find you. I promise you that,” his growl echoed in my ears, our gazes locked, revealing bitterness, darkness, hatred, and disgust in his eyes.

"Well, then I'll be the one to go first..." "No, I'll go first" "I'm quite good, I'll go first" A smirk lingered at the corner of her lips as she watched the other gamblers stopped their games to fight for a night with her. It's really good to be beautiful and sexy. In less than a minute, everyone turned against each other and fought, throwing stuffs around the bar. The bar man hid to seek shelter from the objects hurled in his direction, Anastasia seems unwavering even as cups broke before her feet, one hit her in the temple.

The old man said while begging to Callum. I bit my lower lip and looked at Callum with emotionless eyes as he looked at the old man. He then, smirked evilly. “I hope you thought about that before you fucking did that to me, Mr. Domingo. You do know how evil I am when it comes to this kind of betrayal. I hope you remember.” I looked at the old man again. He fell to his knees weakly on the floor. He’s now crying while kneeling in front of Callum. But the latter looks ruthless and heartless while looking down at him.

14 hours earlier A twisted apprehension sinks to my marrow and pits out of my bones. Staring down at the naked bum whimpering on the concrete floor. "The fuck are you crying for?" I question with annoyance. He trembles sniffing back the snot drooling out of his nostrils. "I-I didn't do it." He cries to himself pulling his legs up to his chest. "P-p-pleaseeee." Of course, he did. I do not torture people for fun...

"Oh, Dante, you have no idea what you're up against. You think the title of mayor grants you invincibility? Allow me to shatter that illusion." Dirk's pent-up rage exploded like a raging inferno, consuming any remnants of mercy or restraint. He launched himself at Dante, his walking cane transformed into a weapon of vengeance. Each strike landed with bone-crushing force, shattering Dante's body and spirit. The room reverberated with the sickening sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing as Dirk's men stood guard, ensuring no one interfered.