Dante Devil May Novels & Stories

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

saying he cheered himself While others gave confused smile, but next instant they were surprised and shock listening to him Sinha and play Piano 'Baby I wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel Ever since a child he grew up listening to love Heard the stories of Devil's how they were smitten Heard the stories of Angel's how they fallen on earth Never once he believed that Angel's are real and Devil's get's it one He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Dev

He waved at me “Dell, where are the others?” “Coming I guess” He answered and walk to his car, Dell drive the latest BMW though he changes cars as well I sighed and stood waiting for the other to come so we can all go together, and then I sighted another one, I just don't get why they are all coming out from different directions, his name is Dante Dallas, he’s coming with one of the school queen bees, Dante is a black hair, tall and charming guy with the sweetest mouth ever, unlike Dell, Dante is carefree and frivolous, I guess that's why girls flock around him, anyone would fall for his green eyes which are crazily seductive, and he's the Beta's son, he drives the latest Audi. He got to me

“Let’s.” They clinked glasses, sealing a pact that would shake the underworld. As the night deepened and Natov finally left, Dante sat alone in the study, the storm fading into silence. He stared at the fire crackling in the hearth, his mind clouded with ghosts—Yelena, Alessia, his wife, and now… the devil he had let in. He closed his eyes, and for the first time in years, he felt cold. Not from the rain. But from the weight of a war he knew he had just invited.

Damien was still sitting on the backseat of my car tapping away on my phone, how he opened it was a mystery to me. " Get down, Damien bullets are blazing around here you might get shot." I tried using the girl's accent, the woman bust the door open and start shooting at me. This time she was accompanied by the two boys from before each and every one of them was holding a dangerous weapon, she fired at me, the other two boys were shooting non stop. I looked over at Damien to know if he was alright, he might be the devil's son but that doesn't mean he can't die, " get down!" I commanded pushing his head to lie down on the car seat.

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.”

I swallowed hard and looked away, meeting the woman's intense stare. She had the same eye color as Raphael, her curls hugging her perfect face. She is more beautiful than the last time I saw her. She wore zero makeup, her full lips were glossy, high defined jaw and cheekbones, long lashes and thick shaped eyebrows. Her skin was honey toned and looked soft and clear. Too bad I don't like her. "Slept well" Dante's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I faced him, smiled and nodded. He crossed his arms. He wore black jeans and white T-shirt with his hair brushed back.

Dante leaned against the counter, his demeanor cool and collected, "I'm looking for someone. A woman by the name of Raven," Dante's voice was a deep and resonant baritone, commanding attention with its rich tone. It carried a hint of weariness, a testament to the burdens he has shouldered and the battles he has fought. Every word that emerges from his lips is delivered with a layer of grit and determination as if honed by years of pain and survival.

Bella came suddenly and violently, her walls clamping down around him as she screamed his name. Dante didn’t stop. He railed her through her orgasm, chasing his own release. “Gonna fill this forbidden pussy,” he rasped, hips snapping faster. “Gonna pump you so full of my cum you’ll be dripping for days while we’re trapped down here. Maybe I’ll knock you up… make you carry the Devil’s baby.” The filthy words sent another shock of pleasure through her. Bella came again, sobbing from the intensity. Dante buried himself deep with a guttural groan and exploded, flooding her womb with thick, hot ropes of cum. He kept grinding, pushing every drop as deep as possible.

“You kill me now, you become the monster Alessia thinks she’s freed herself from. The devil on her shoulder.” “I am the devil,” Dante said coldly. “But she’s not afraid of me.” Selene studied him. “So what’s the plan, Dante? Drag me back to Rome in cuffs? Parade me in front of the families? Let her spit in my face?” “No.” “No?” “I’m going to let you watch. Watch everything you built fall apart.” “And then?” He leaned in close, voice like steel. “Then I’ll make sure you die screaming.” For the first time, something flickered in Selene’s eyes.