Dante Inferno Book Summary Novels & Stories

DORIS' BODY trembled as his hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him. His lips burned against hers, devouring her with a reckless abandon that made her head spin. She found herself melting into him, surrendering to the fire that raged between them. She was helpless to resist the surge of desire that overwhelmed her, like a wave crashing against the shore. She clung to him, lost in the moment, giving herself over to the intensity of the feelings that consumed her. She had never imagined she could feel this way again, with such overwhelming need and emotion.

he screamed, his voice fading into the roar of the engines. I watched, paralyzed, as Dante was dragged into the sky, his obsidian arm sparking against the silver cord, leaving me alone on the roof of a dying world while the ocean began to rise to meet him. (Watch out for Chapter 231) 💬 Please add to your library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Your Gifts mean so much to me. Thank you, readers.

Dante leaned back in his chair, letting the perfumed air of his suite fill his lungs. He thought of Roman’s face when he finally let the world convince him Elena had lied. He pictured that certainty cracking into a thousand jagged pieces. He imagined Roman’s hands, those hands that had held power for years, now used to tear at the seams of his life. He imagined Elena’s face, the moment she would realize the flood had reached the house. There was hunger in that image. Not the petty hunger of a jealous lover, but the predator’s glee at watching a kingdom burn.

This was worse. This was an inferno that burnt through every ounce of resistance I had against him. I wanted him, and tonight would be the last night I'd let myself go without making him feel it. I didn’t take a fancy to particular lovers easily. But when I did, I took. I would have my name carved into their very bones until they could think of nothing but me. When it was all over, I stared at the ceiling - intricately carved and painted by the finest artisans commissioned by myself - and cursed Dante.

I screamed as a wave of ecstasy surged through me. " Anything you want, darling." He whispered, his voice cold against my ears. I laid on my back, my legs wide open for him to come in. I felt the cap of his dick against my clit. He stroked my pussy with his dick, with each second his dick hardened more and more. " Ah!" I screamed, my voice echoed through the room with the force he used to penetrate. He smiled, leaning unto me as he kept thrusting harder and deeper. His eyes rolled, his lips clashed against mine. I quickly thrusted my tongue in his mouth, savouring his every taste.

"A friend should always underestimate your virtues, and an enemy overestimates your faults"- Mario Puzo Chapter 88 DANTE POV I was going to the seventh hell. Not the first one or the second one, but the innermost, hottest level of hell because I deserved it... All my life, I have been committing millions of sins, but none greater than this one. And on Sunday nonetheless.

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

It was beyond their knowledge. Clearing his throat, Zadicus began to say, telling them. “Tales of Grievances, Page 1, Dimension of Katastrofi is an imitation of inferno. It was a devilishly long path, an abyss. Unspeakable blasphemy resides there, no human should extend their steps towards a portion of His World. Return. Return. Return.” Tristan and Huzefa eyes widened in appall, not expecting Zadicus would have known about this. What he read about decades ago was now before him.

She takes three steps forward, as she names the stage that belongs to the circle and whispers. “Avarice.” Into the circle of hell by which the sins of greed and lust for material gain is the face of its door. She realizes that she is not just reading the main book of the world where she is walking in together with the rest, but also dwelling inside the seeming child’s bedtime story famously known as wonderland. While the other is marked in the literary works and depicts the morals and ideals of the sins in the worst circle of Dante's journey into the nine circles of the inferno. She is now seeing the very loo inside the circle of fourth, where the sin and dark core of the two holders lies, a

Chapter 183 Max If hell was a day it would have been what happened yesterday. There are different stages of hell, and it doesn't matter what stage of hell you are in or going through , the levels come with a different challenges . All good things come on threes and so do all bad things too . Hell ; purgatory and Paradise. I didn't study Dante at school but I'm pretty sure inferno doesn't last forever , the space inbetween purgatory and Paradise is always a working progress.