Dante Lady Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

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.

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.

All of the enemies had been killed. Except for one. Selene. She appeared from the darkness like a ghost, her heels clicking on the blood-slick floor, her once-pristine hair wild and unkempt, and her face streaked with sweat and desperation. The trembling figure she held in front of her made my stomach clench, not her beauty. Daryl. As Selene pressed a gun against his temple, the boy's small hands clawed at her grip. His raw, jagged cries broke the silence, cutting me like glass.

Silver said. “Look at that booty”. Dante said, watching as the lady's ass bounced while she jogged past him. Silver followed his gaze and was shocked when she realized that he wasn't referring to her but the lady running along the street,”Are you checking her out?”. She asked but didn't respond. Instead he turned and began following the hot lady from behind. “DANTE!!!”. She screamed out his name but got no respond in return as his focus was on the dashing lady asset. She tried to run after him to stop him from leaving with another woman, but stumbled against a stone and fell down on the ground. “Owww…”. She yelped in pain but Dante didn't seem to notice. She sat up and buckled her knee up to

“Is that why you’re crying? You know I can’t stand it when you cry.” “I’m not crying because of that.” Her tone sharpened, venom seeping through. “I fought with Amelia. She slapped me.” There was a long pause on the line. Then Dante growled. “What? She laid her hands on you? Do you want me to end this tonight? I’ll burn her alive…with that son of hers. Just say yes” “Yes.” Her lips curled into a smile. “Do it.” “Then consider it done.” The line went dead.

"The one Dante broke eighteen worlds to keep. I must say, the resolution in the simulation did you many favors. In person, you look... fragile." Ivy stood up, her heart hammering against her ribs. This wasn't a shadow or a virus. This was a rival. "Who are you?" "My name is Elena Moretti-Vane," the woman said, savoring the name. "I am the business arrangement Dante’s mother brokered before he decided to play God with your DNA. I’ve known Dante longer than you’ve known fear, darling." The sting was immediate—a sharp, poisonous needle to Ivy's ego. For months, she had fought Dante’s possession, loathed his cage, and prayed for escape. But hearing another woman claim his history made something

The ladies were all dressed in really brief shorts and blouses that exposed their midriff. They had perfectly styled hair, perfectly lacquered finger and toe nails. Their faces were carefully made up even at this hour of the day. Their appearance spoke of hours of preparation. The lady's finger trailed from Dante's neck to his bottom lip. Dante's tongue flicked out and licked her finger. She crowed with delight, looking like the cat that had got the cream. "Alpha Dante," she moaned.

That would be more than enough for me for now. "The girl doesn't belong to you, Dante. She is Evander's to-be-wife, and she will stay here just like that," Dad said, and Dante chuckled. "Well, it was worth trying. I get to see such a beautiful and loving woman I can feed on later on. It's like a prize waiting for me at the end of the battle," Dante said, and I froze. Battle? Is he declaring what I think he is? My heart started to pick its pace, and as a demon, it wasn't hard for them to pick on it.