Dante Devil May Novels & Stories

I threatened shakily, but I actually meant it. Dare-Devil chuckled, a sound like made me shake even more. “I thought you were going to threaten me with that boyfriend of yours…Dante De Luca is his name, right?” Dare-Devil asked. My fear became heightened, but Dante didn’t seem fazed at all. I was beginning to wonder how he could seem so calm and collected when I recalled that actually, he was just like them. The only difference was that Dante De Luca wasn’t into something illegal.

A massive, real life devil, the literal largest of life killers that ever walked the earth… kneeling before ME. At MY mercy. Hope flicks her tail playfully, and bats her eyes. Dante walks up to Rowan, clearly without any fear at all, and sniffs him. Hope wiggles our nose as the stench of sulfur and burnt skin flitters into our nose. When the devil huffs slightly, actual fucking smoke comes out of his nose. *Ohh man that’s awful,* Hope says, as she fights trying not to show her disgust at the smell. We stand frozen when the devil scoops up Dante’s large body and brings him so their noses rub. Awwww!

Dante was standing and waiting for her, when she arrived after such a long time, he pointed at the couch. “Sit there." Grace turned at that time to look at him and that was when she saw it… A gasp left her lips on realizing who he was and whom she had just followed home. Wasn't that Dante? Dante De Luca? The cousin to the famous Marco De Luca? The owner of Devil's Den? It was him indeed. She hadn't gotten a good view of his face back outside since she was so focused on trying to get herself out of jail, even when the police hadn't even come for her yet.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

It rang, and rang, then I remembered he didn't like to pick up unknown numbers and just as I was about to hang up… "Who the hell is this?" His voice came through, deep, cold, and familiar. It rolled through my chest like thunder. I swallowed. "Dante." I called and there was instant silence, then a sharp inhale. "…Princess." He was the only one who ever called me that and to the rest of the world, he wasn’t Dante. He was Doom... The name whispered in fear, the shadow in every dark alley and the monster Mafia boss parents warned their kids about.

I closed my eyes, shut my mind from thinking anything, and started counting in my heart to distract myself from the devil's closeness. "It's getting cold," The devil whispered into my ear after a while and I trembled from the slight touch of his lips rubbing on my earlobe. I immediately opened my eyes, flushed completely, and when I saw that devilish smirk on his face. I felt like digging a hole and hiding inside it. How could I be so idiot? He isn't the one in s*x more than I am... Why do I always keep thinking about s*x with him even when I know he is a devil and a dangerous creature?

His eyes cracked open, sleep still clinging to him. “Catalina,” he rasped. I didn’t speak. Just finished tying off the bandage. His hand brushed mine. Rough. Warm. “I need you.” I froze. Not because I was surprised. But because of something in me, something deep, something I’ve buried since the first day I walked into this house, snapped. He needs me. Me. Dante Lucchese. The devil of Italy. The man kings bow to and murderers worship. Needs me.

"I fucking hate you" He didn't even seem fazed by my little outburst. Just stared at me like I was boring. "I haven't even started Matilda, you can't break already, that would be fucking boring" I was starting to realize why they called him the devil. His eyes spoke of torture and for the first time, I was truly scared of what he might do to me. A notification cut through the silence. His phone. He glanced at it once. Then his expression shifted slightly. Not emotionally, Just focused now.

he said. "What! You can't do that" "You are to stay here and keep things in order while I go after that troublemaker" Dante told Geremia. Geremia watched helplessly as Dante got on his power bike and zoomed off. He prayed that nothing would go wrong. Dante enquired from his men the last place where Camilla was seen and headed there. As he drove his car, he cursed Camilla inwardly. What the hell was she up to now? Ever since he bought that little pest, she kept inviting trouble to his life. He had literally used his own money to invite trouble into his life.

she asked Adina as they sat together, sipping tea. Adina sighed, looking thoughtful. "Dante has had a difficult life. He lost his parents at a young age and was raised by his uncle, who was a cruel man. Dante learned to be tough, to protect himself and those he cares about. He may seem like a monster, but there's more to him than that." She pondered Adina's words, feeling a strange sense of empathy for Dante. Despite his harsh exterior, he had shown her a side of himself that was protective and caring. She found her heart softening towards him, wondering if there was a way to reach the man behind the facade.