Dante X Bayonetta 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.

"Alright." He took aim at Dante with his shotgun and fired. Dante avoided the collision, but a body crashed to the ground behind Lanaya. She shuddered in fright. She was lucky he didn't kill her; he's a motherfucking psycho! As shots rang out, she fought against her restraints. Dante's soldiers fired back, and the SteamPunks poured in and started firing at them. As shots rang out from an assault weapon, the Cancan began in full swing.

Their hands hovered over weapons tucked in their belt but they knew weapons were useless against a man like Killian Dante. The creaking sound pierced across the silence. Bone chilling. "He's coming." Dead silence. The kind that announced the coming of someone powerful. Boots thumped the floor softly. Killian Dante stepped out, smile figured, tall, back hair scattered over his face. He looked ordinary, but stature isn't a measure of power. Killian Dante is the most powerful man in the prison. Everyone paused their breath. Killian stopped at the centre of the vast hall, looking at everyone with steady eyes.

The weight of his gaze fixed her to the spot, and her fingers shook against the silk of the red dress she still hadn’t finished pulling on. “Mr. Lombardi, this isn’t— it’s not what it looks like—” Elio’s voice shattered the silence, quavering with desperation as he inched closer. He was already in his pants, his shirt held up to his chest like a flimsy shield. Gabriella appreciated the effort, however foolish — but even before she saw the flicker of movement, she knew it was a mistake. Dante’s hand shot out with explosive velocity, and the next moment, his fingers gripped the weapon at his belt.

I can predict myself, and I will protect myself. After everybody had come down, Dante and I started skirmishing. She wants to see what I can do. We start fighting each other. Like I said, I do not like to lose. I do not like anybody to attack me, and I am unable to defend myself. I'm getting furious when Dante keeps pushing me away gently, as if he does not want to hurt me. I do not want him to be gentle with me. He needs to attack me so that I can show him what I can do. He is too gentle with me. That is when I decide it is time for me to attack him. I start kicking him and hitting him with full force. Dante is surprised, and I kick and hit him as hard as possible. Dante starts defending hi

Turning back, I watch the flashy fucker get out of the Bugatti. I stop in my tracks. Wow! He is fucking gorgeous. So this must be the boyfriend? No wonder Rebel is fucking him. What I wouldn’t give to ... No, no. I can’t think like that he is her boyfriend. But boy, if I had met him first. “You must be Dylan. I’m Dante.” He walks to me and holds his hand out. I blink out of my stupor as he smirks at me. Wait, is he?

Blurb Serafina Ferraro was born from an affair and raised like trash nobody wanted to throw out. Her stepmother hated her. Her sister mocked her. And Nico Caruso, the man she gave up everything for, drugged her and tried to sell her body to his boss. "You belong to me," Nico snarled, gripping her jaw. "You are like a stray dog. You bite, so you get smacked until you learn to sit still." Then a stranger kicked the door open. "I could have sworn I heard a damsel in distress," Dante Valentino said, calm as ice. He is not a hero. He is the illegitimate son of a powerful family, with his own war to fight. He does not save her out of kindness. "Do you want revenge?" he asked. She trains. Sh

Dante's ex-fiancée, the result of a failed arranged marriage. She walked confidently to us, smiling at Dante like he was her best friend when he jilted her on the altar a year ago. "Dante, darling." Her voice was forcefully sweet. "I didn't know you'd be here tonight." "Bianca." His tone was polite and cold. "This is my dinner party. Why wouldn't I be here?" "Of course, how silly of me." She finally acknowledged my presence with a dismissive glance. "And who is this? Another business associate?"

Dante spat back, his dark eyes narrowing as he glared at the two of us standing together. "Fantine is not a fool, Dante, she is my Luna and the future leader who is going to undo all the damage you caused in this valley over the last twenty years," I told him, taking one slow step forward toward the desk while keeping my blade angled low. "Don't take another step toward this desk, boy, or I will unscrew this jar and throw this entire cup of wolf-bane powder directly into your eyes before you can even reach my chair," Dante warned, his fingers tightening around the glass rim while his thumb rested on the pistol hammer.

At that moment, a loud sound was heard. Flynn had stopped moving forward and after a brief moment, Jane saw Flynn’s legs go weak as he slowly started kneeling. As Flynn’s body lowered, Dante’s fist was revealed. Everything was now a blur before Flynn, and he could already feel blood flowing out of his mouth. He was in utter disbelief. Despite that, he mustered up all his strength to grab Dante by the collar. His action caused Dante’s shirt button to open, and it revealed a tattooed word on his chest. ‘Dragon.’