Dante Lady Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

:D - Ashe Alberts

~Dante~ Both Catalina and my mother were utterly unable to contain their rage. They walked up to Candice and slapped her on both cheeks. Lola’s mother slaps her right cheek, while my mother slaps her left. "You have no right to call my daughter a bitch. How on earth did you fall for this thing without manners, Dante? How can a fellow woman open her mouth to call another woman a bitch? Unless you’ve got a cock, because as long as you’ve got a pussy, you are a bitch!" I gasped. I’ve always known she had no filter, but I never once thought she would talk like that.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

A scream escapes her lips as blood spatters against her face staining down till her jean short. A wheezing sound rains down inside her head as everything begins to replay in front of her. “We have to move. Laurel, we have to move now." Jeremy screams. Laurel remains transfixed on the now white counter designed with red droplets of blood. The sound of sirens feels distant and the only words Laurel can mutter is, “Fuck!” Laurel curses. Jeremy pulls her away but her eyes remain fixed on the blood. They hurriedly through the store till the front door.

Vito continued, “Stay the fuck away from everything I own. You look in their direction again, you breathe in their air, and the next time I walk into one of your places, I won’t be alone. And you won’t be breathing. Do you understand me?” Matteo’s jaw worked back and forth. He glanced at the laptop screen again, watching Vito’s men laugh and relax on camera, completely oblivious. “You fucked up first.” He muttered finally. “You played me.” Vito pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down like he had all the time in the world. “Are you sure about that?” “I don’t need a fucking angel to reveal that.” Vito laughed dryly. “Alright. What have you got to fight me with?”

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

He took another step forward, his heavy, iron boots cracking the marble with every stride. "The scrapper doesn't leave the site until the iron is cleared, old woman," Dante rumbled, his grey eye burning with a dark, smoky fire that outshone her stolen violet light. "And this whole room is scrap." Dante didn't use a blade. He wrapped his massive, iron-crusted arms around the base of the five-story server column, his muscles bulging until the scars on his back split open, pouring red-gold "Grit-Fire" directly into the machine's cooling intake.

And the fact that this womanizer was preaching to him about love and relationships was beyond him. "See you in the evening," Carlos said before getting up and marching out of his room. ........ Dante returned home a little bit drunk. He drank so that he could forget her but it backfired when he started seeing her in every other woman. Every face had resembled with hers but none of them was as beautiful as hers. His Maya is the prettiest. She is a pretty doll.

Then narrowing. “You look so—” the woman pointed at Ayra, frowning slightly. “You really look like someone I saw online a few months ago. The scandal stuff with Leo—Leo Devine, I think? That scandal thing, you know. You remember?” Ayra’s breath froze. Her hand gripped the cloth handles of her shopping bag tightly, enough to make her knuckles blanch. “I get that a lot,” she said quickly, forcing a smile that felt stretched and awkward. “But no, sorry. Not me.”

Damian said through clenched teeth, stepping forward as his fists tightened at his sides. Dominique chuckled darkly. “Or what, Damian? What will you do? She’s mine, not yours. She serves me, and she’ll pay for her disobedience. She’s The Devil’s Handmaiden, remember?” His voice was laced with pride and cruelty, and the challenge in his words was undeniable. The two brothers locked eyes, the tension between them thick and suffocating. Their rivalry, long-standing and bitter, now had a new catalyst, a woman caught in the crossfire of their dangerous world.