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.

Candela said, smirking. Dante's blood boiled. "I would rather eat grass than cheat on him with you. You are pathetic, Dante. No one in his right senses would pick you over someone like Adrian. You are not half a man that he is. Now get your filthy hands off me," she said, snatching her hand from his hold.

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.

Dante was standing and waiting for her, when she arrived after such a long time, he pointed at the couch. “Sit there." Grace turned at that time to look at him and that was when she saw it… A gasp left her lips on realizing who he was and whom she had just followed home. Wasn't that Dante? Dante De Luca? The cousin to the famous Marco De Luca? The owner of Devil's Den? It was him indeed. She hadn't gotten a good view of his face back outside since she was so focused on trying to get herself out of jail, even when the police hadn't even come for her yet.

It's an illustration of an angel, wearing a white dress and white wings at her back. And the demon who's hugging her waist, wearing a black outfit and a black wings on his back. She smiled sweetly as she saw the character's name. Devier, is the demon. Santia, is the angel. No one will notice that she used their surnames for the book. De Viergo. Santiago. She used six letters from each surnames, and she's happy that the names are really nice. "Miss Khione, sir Dante is calling you to his office." He looked to the front when he saw the secretary of the owner of the company.

I didn’t even have time to think before the trigger clicked. A sharp sting hit me in the stomach, and my breath hitched. I staggered backward, a strange coldness spreading through my veins. I looked down, dazed, and saw a thin metal dart jutting out just above my ribs. My lips parted just as the world began tilting sideways. “A… dart?” I whispered. Then everything went black. **** “Thea! Thea, wake up!” The voice sounded muffled, like I was underwater. My eyelids felt like stone, but I managed to pry them open. Light flooded in, blinding me temporarily. I groaned and blinked until my vision finally came into focus.

Dante smirked, his hands gripping her thighs as he flipped her over, her chest now pressed against the counter. “Dante, what are you…” she started to ask, but her question was cut off and he pushed into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her, his pace hard and fast. Lela's hands gripped the edge of the counter, her body trembling with pleasure as he hit that spot inside her again and again. “Fuck, Lee, I'm close,” Dante groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as his thrusts became more erratic. Lela felt herself teetering on the edge, her body trembling with the need for release.