Dante Lady Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

She said coldly, "What am I doing? Let me tell you. Darryl is my man. How can I let him fall into your hands?" As she spoke, she sped up and slapped Canderio's heart. Canderio suddenly realized what was going on and was furious. "So, you are one of Darryl's accomplices." When he said this, Yvette's palm was about to hit his heart, but Canderio was strong enough to be worthy of being one of the twelve Fiend Martyr. Since he was unable to dodge at that time, he made a prompt decision and raised his hand to collide with Yvette's palms!

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.

she whispered, staring into space, “you killed her.” “Yes, Ava, I did and now do you believe me? Do you believe that I am the most dangerous man on earth and the most heartless? Do you understand why you should have put that damn bullet in me that night, even if not for you but for her? Do you understand why you should not dream of anything good with me?” he approached her where she was on the floor and squatted in front of her, “do you know the meaning of El Diablo? Do you understand why I am call that now? I am heartless, Ava, I have no soul, people are not right when they say I sold my soul to the devil because I am the devil himself. My soul has already been consumed in hell and if you s

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.

He teased her nipples with his teeth and tongue, causing her to cry out in pleasure. With one swift motion, he yanked her pants down her legs, revealing her smooth skin. He traced a finger down her center, teasing the dampness that had gathered there. "You are so wet for me," he murmured, his voice low and rough. He positioned himself between her legs and slowly, sensually pushed inside her. Abeni arched her back, crying out at the intensity of the sensation. Dmitry's powerful thrusts filled her, overwhelming her senses with a mix of pain and pleasure. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he drove deeper, harder.

“You’re clever, I’ll give you that.” “Clever is how I stay alive.” Dante leaned closer across the table, his cologne drifting faintly—smoke, cedar, a shadow sharpened by steel. “Clever is how people think they’ll survive me.” For the first time, Valentina felt her throat tighten. Not fear, not quite. Something darker, something that made her want to laugh in his face, even as her pulse kicked against her ribs. “Tell me, Miss Bellamy,” Dante said softly, “what’s your favorite game? Poker Roulette?” His gaze dropped briefly to her mouth, then back to her eye. “Or is it lying to men who could kill you with a word?”

She wouldn’t dare to say a word. Dante’s expression softened, but only slightly. “Good girl. Now, take your clothes off for Daddy.” His voice turned smooth, almost so soft. Valentina’s hands kept shaking as she took off her nightgown over her head, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts spilled free, and Dante’s eyes lit up. “Oh, yes, that’s how I like to see them. Dangling, waving at me.” He stepped closer, his hands brushing her cheeks. “Now bend for Daddy, like always.”

Dante’s annoyance with Darlyn was evident as he replied, “Don’t worry about her, Lyza. She’s not my mate, and I don’t care about her. She hurt you, she will experience my wrath,” I felt a surge of pleasure at his words, and I leaned in closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. We danced more intimately now, and I could feel his breath on my neck. It was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but get lost in the moment. But then, I saw Darlyn storming towards us, her eyes blazing with fury. “Dante, why are you dancing with this slut?” she demanded, her voice full of venom.

He pointed the Kirin’s antler slightly cracked on both sides with fading yellow sparks seen on it to her. “Look who’s afraid~” Dante said, “One could misunderstood this scenery not knowing you guys were the ones who attacked me first… gosh.” The lady didn’t say a word but slightly shivered while her eyes were fixated to Dante’s, only her heterochromia eyes could tell she wasn’t indisposed by the Divine Humane in front of her but why was she shivering? “Hmm, where have your tamed creature ran off to?” Behind Dante a glowing blue eyes illuminated within the fog then disappeared. The lady took a glimpse at it then stared back at Dante.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.