Dante Lady Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

I tried not to act like I was curious to know. “I mean didn’t you know that Dante was sleeping around with different women? I have a lot of videos of them. I think you’d like them.” He took his phone out and showed me a picture of two people in a room. It was Dante and the lady looked familiar. I think I saw her at the party earlier today, Dante and Savanna. I had known about Savanna from one of those classes I had with Dante, she’s the brand ambassador of one of the wines that the King empire produces.

Dante growls as he does the same with my top, Ryder cutting me out of my sleeves while my hands are tied before me. The white bra pulls my breasts up to appear a little bigger than they would naturally, and the ivory lace with rhinestone studs on the straps magnifies my mediocre body into something from a lingerie catalog. I know it sets the brothers ablaze. Dante grabs one of the cups in his massive palm, kneading my breast while Ryder is kneeling behind my backside, yanking my white thong upwards, forcing the fabric to run against my already overly-sensitive cl*t. "F*ck the money," Dante growls. "I want the teller."

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”

It was defeintely social media gossip becasue Christie is the one wit all the teasa nd soemtimes, it helps with their cases. “Alessandro Russo is actually a italian drug lord with a hot body that I’d die to sleep with. I mean everyone says it on social media all the time.” Christine chipped in and she earned a glare from Medea. She made a zip sign with her hands over her mouth and Medea turned back to continue with Chloe.

Before reaching near god they needed to showed up in different counters for correcting varieties of formalities. Other than them, there presented a beautiful angel who also dressed in white like others was there by walking to and froth with a golden book in her hand. She was very busy with her work. She was the personal assistant (PA) of divine source. She came near a tired soul and said with a smile by looking into the golden book in her hand, "Congratulations! You've won our lottery." The soul just crooned, "Huh! Huh!." "You are the sinful dead soul of one who made a terrible error", said the PA again by looking into the book.

He felt her feelings even before she had dropped the first bill on the counter. Likewise, he couldn't ignore the other eyes burning through him from across the room. The bartender zeroed his gaze on a man not very far from him. He noticed his aloof grey eyes fixated on the girl, who was now slightly drunk. He didn't blame the man for staring at her. She was gorgeous, even in her drunken state. Him as well, it took everything in him to resist her charm. “My drink!” Janice snapped whilst scowling at the bartender, who seemed to be lost in thought.

“ Lady, don’t blame me. Blame your scent that made my body crave for more. “ He murmured right into my ear and bit it. There’s a sudden heat running in my veins as he planted small kisses on my neck. How did I even get here? Did I climb onto his bed? But I never remembered something like this? And I don’t even know this guy? I’m just a college student who works hard to serve myself. Knowing that my life was always been so lonely, I didn’t imagined to end up like this. And encounter a more heavy burden in my heart. .... - His Underworld Harem - ( Only available in D****e and R*****m ) “ Strip… “ A deep manly voice echoed inside the hall. His lips slightly parted as he traveled his gaze to the

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

"Guns. Knives. Darts. Carnival games. Same concept. Different stakes." Before I could say another word to him, Angelina clutched her own pink teddy and beamed. "We match, we match!" "She insisted you take the first one." Damien said, voice low with a subtle softness that hit me unexpectedly. "She insisted?" I raised a brow at him. He nodded once with a small smirk. "Didn’t want you to feel left out." I looked down at my bear and then at hers, both comically oversized. "You two are ridiculous."

Instantly, the monolithic black server racks, housing the digital infrastructure of Elara's 12 billion USD empire, were ripped from their bedrock mounts and crushed like aluminum cans. Dante reacted with the instinctual, terrifying speed of a man who had spent his entire life outrunning death. He didn't look at the water, and he didn't look at the impenetrable ballistic glass where Julian Sterling stood smiling. Dante simply grabbed the heavy tactical webbing of Elara’s vest, his massive hand twisting into the nylon, and hurled her violently toward the steel maintenance ladder bolted to the central support pillar. "Climb!" Dante roared, the gravelly command barely cutting through the apocaly