Dante Inferno Book Summary Novels & Stories

DANTE'S POV It was like an inferno lit beneath my skin. One kiss. One goddamn kiss and I was wrecked. Her skin had tasted like the temptation and trouble I knew better than to chase. And still, I wanted to chase. I wanted to press her down right there in the changing room, rip that sheer little scrap of lace from her hips, and fuck her until every last ounce of this maddening tension burned out of me. I stayed still. Breathing her in. Letting that kiss sear into my memory like a brand I would never be able to scrub off.

So Stefano immediately picked me up and we jumped down as if nothing had happened. He immediately put me on the ground and my feet automatically moved to run. My body seems to be telling me to avoid chaos. That I must save myself because just one mistake could cost my life. But I was stopped in my running when suddenly something exploded in the distance and there was a crack in the ground. I turned back to where I came from and was almost stunned by what I saw. It was pure darkness, which seemed to say there was no future. Monsters descending from the sky now heading straight for us.

I bore my nails into his skin, knowing soon I’ll bring blood—I have to be. “I’m going to come. Make me come, please,” I cry wildly, suddenly not caring if anyone walks in or hears us. “Beg for it. Beg me for it, whore.” I nod eagerly. “Please, please, Dante. God, please.” His hand grabs for my throat, squeezing. “God doesn’t exist here. Just me.” I’m aching all over. Liquid fire has been poured directly into my bloodstream, and my entire body is an all-consuming inferno as I climb higher towards my orgasm. Stars start spinning in the corner of my vision.

He trembles in rage. "Diane! Let go of my son, you evil!" The woman twists her heel on David's hand, stepping deeper. David let out an agonizing scream, the sharpness of his voice echoing through the dark forest. Tears sting his eyes as his lower lip starts bleeding from biting too much in pain. Diane relishes the boy's cries for help, a sinister smirk slowly takes form in her mouth, and her golden-brown eyes glow. "More. Scream for me more," Diane mumbles, longingly staring at the blood gushing out of David's hand.

Cynthia messaged me, savoring every bit of their trouble, and updated me on how they were doing. When Alan learned I was truly married, he fell into a spiral of despair. He shut himself in, drinking himself into oblivion. After a night of heavy drinking, Brenda took advantage and disguised herself as me. In his drunken haze, Alan accidentally ended up in bed with her. He married her, though he did so unwillingly. Life after marriage was pure chaos. Brenda's selfishness and recklessness came to light, and when Alan sought a divorce, she stabbed him in rage. She was certain Alan had betrayed her as well. After stabbing him and knowing she couldn't escape, she ran to the Samson residence and se

Dante’s POV The city had always obeyed me. Its rhythm, its chaos, its cruelty—I thrived in all of it. I’d learned to control people the same way I controlled territories: slowly, precisely, until they didn’t know where their choices ended and mine began. But Luca wasn’t supposed to be one of them. He was the risk I allowed. The wildfire I thought I could keep contained. And now? Now he was the one thing burning through everything I had built—with Mira at his side, a blade twisted deeper each night I stayed away.

I'd always known Serafina wasn't a good person, but I never imagined she'd go this far. In my past life, Dante blamed me for Serafina's death and killed both me and our child because of it. Karma really did come around. In this life, he finally got a taste of what betrayal felt like.

Dante would take everything the Devil loved and own and burn it to ash. Starting with Isabella Russo.

Althea replied. “He is not just my enemy,” Dante said. “He is chaos.” Althea frowned. “What do you mean?” “He doesn’t want power,” Dante explained. “He doesn’t want money. He doesn’t want territory.” “Then what does he want?” Dante’s voice lowered. “He wants to watch everything burn.” Althea felt a chill run down her spine. “He is using you,” Dante continued. “Maybe,” Althea said quietly. “But that doesn’t change what you did.”

Dante's POV I know I wasn't supposed to be doing this, especially snooping into the diary of a human girl who had given us nothing but troubles but fuck it, the first page was enough to drive any man crazy because that how on earth was she able to memorize every damn thing we did to her back then at the school, locker room, I sat down to read it and memorize everything. It says “ it hasn't been a week since I arrived in this strange Land. I hate my so-called Step Brothers with every blood and ounce in me but I will never deny the way they touch me and how they make me feel, I didn't want it but yet I crave it. Especially when the one I hated the most stared at me with that hatred but dark ne