Dante Lady Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

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 follow Callum into the main room again. Dante is still there, with Luna strapped up, her body trembling but her will unbroken. She hasn’t given in yet, and honestly, it’s amazing to watch her hold her ground. “She was right there, so close, and now she’s practically shaking with frustration,” Dante’s voice is dark, dripping with satisfaction. The words send a ripple through the room, everyone captivated by the scene unfolding before them. Callum’s arm wraps around me, pulling me tightly against his solid frame. “She’s going to break soon. I can feel it,” Dante announces with a predatory grin.

They are both shirtless but wearing shorts, while Dante is seated on a bench at the extreme end of the pool, dressed in just his black shorts and dark shades on. "Fuck me," Dante muttered, sipping his drink as he stared at Candela while she walked towards Adrian. He took in her hourglass body as she took a seat on the bench next to Adrian. He sucked his teeth. "Hey Mario," Dante called. "Yeah?" "Your dad is a lucky bastard," Dante quipped, sipping his drink. Mario chuckled. So did Manuel. Candela looked in Dante's direction. He was sipping his drink. Next, Dolores walked in, dressed in her green and white-designed bikini, exposing her gorgeous curves.

Dante caught the floor before it landed on his face and he looked at the servant. "I am dead." The servant muttered and his team members, Francesco and Diego, felt their lives left them the moment they saw Dante standing at the entrance. "Fire!" Madonna yelled as she stood up from behind the island to fire at her opponent. She threw the floor and it landed behind Diego, missing its target. Diego nor any of his team members reacted and Madonna followed their eyes and it landed on Dante. "Shit." She yelled and went back to hiding to avoid looking at Dante.

The two men tied to the chains, looked up from their bloodied states only to see the devil standing in front of them. "Let the fun begin," Dante smirked, stabbing the first man in the shoulder and twisting his knife a full 180 degrees. The man screamed in unbearable pain and already felt his life slipping away. Dante had dug his knife into the same spot the man was shot at. "How dare you even touch my girl?" Dante gritted every word before dragging the knife to his chest, cutting open all the skin that came in its way. "How dare you even look at her with your filthy eyes?" the man spat some blood before looking in Dante's eyes.

I hid behind a tall statue near the wall, heart slamming in my chest. My eyes wandered to the other part of the room where Dante stood, his tattoos glistened under the red light, veins bulging down his arms as he pulled on black gloves. A girl was already waiting, she was different from the one I saw that day and I noticed she was tied at the wrists, wearing nothing but lingerie. She looked like she had waited for this her whole life and Dante? He looked like a god. No, worse. Like the devil who knew your pleasure before you even whispered it.

He adjusted his suit jacket, though his eyes were still burning with the fire of L'Oscuro. He looked down at Mateo, who was still on his knees. "You thought you were inviting a tech CEO to a birthday party." Dante whispered, his voice dangerously calm. "You forgot who I was before I built the company, Santiago." Mateo spat. “You son of…” "You invited the Devil into your house." Dante hissed. "And now you are upset that he brought hell with him." Then he casually shoved his hands into his pockets and looked around the room, his grey eyes sweeping over the terrified elite of New York.

Mom asks out of partial curiosity as she sinks into the couch, her legs crossed on the island table. "She's old, full of wrinkles, and can barely lift a cup, and me?" I give a little twirl, "I am young, succulent, and beautiful. A typical Aphrodite's rebirth and might I add, a goddess in bed." I wink at the last part and she makes a gagging expression. "You need prayers, Adelina," she shakes her head, "In fact, you are a lost cause. A full session of exorcism can't even save you."

I shouted, laughing my head off from my place atop the bar as I drank from the bottle I continued kicking the glasses off with my heels as I walked along it, raising my gun to shoot the bartender who was hiding behind the bar. I looked around at the scene before us Dead bodies lay everywhere, the music still blaring from the speakers as I danced on top of the bar. "Mm give me some baby" I smiled at Lucian, taking another swig from the bottle before dropping down to him, kissing him as I let the liquid flow into his mouth. He smiled, winding one arm round my waist, the other occupied by his shotgun.

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a