Daredevil Novels & Stories

Dare-Devil said. Still, he wasn’t sounding livid. “What is the essence of this call?” I asked him firmly. “You know, I didn’t know that Taylor’s daughter was this feisty and stubborn,” Dare-Devil said. “Now I understand why Monaco had a hard time getting you to do his bidding,” he added. Was he teasing? Anyway, I didn’t care. “And you are not going to succeed either,” I informed him. “That’s where you have gotten it wrong, Autumn Taylor,” Dare-Devil said. “I have no interest in getting into any business with you. I just want to give you what Taylor should have had,” he added. Dante and I stared at each other as confusion overclouded me.

Damien Vale—stone-hearted billionaire, man who claimed he couldn’t feel—had just admitted the unthinkable. And that made him more dangerous than ever.

It was quite the numbing sight; everyone’s eyes were twitching frantically, terrified that they would somehow end up provoking these men. Riley’s gaze shifted toward the man standing in front. Her expression changed in an instant. “Boss Dart?!” “He’s Boss Dart!” Riley recognized that man. Boss Dart was one of the well-known Four Goliaths from the Hatchet Gang. Not only was he ruthless, but he was also a deranged pervert. It was said that his favorite thing to do was to break every single bone of a beautiful woman’s body. Simply put, dying would be better than ending up with him.

╒══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╕ Truth or Dare STUDENT 13 - RAVEN Dare to do the Dare: "With the weapons presented through the velvet dine, Promises are meant to be dire. And so, chop off that sinful pinkie finger from the liar." ╘══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╛ The dare was malevolent in intent, designed to test my moral boundaries and push me towards acts of cruelty. Yet behind the challenge lurked a darker truth — some part of me wanted to give in, to prove myself by carrying out the gruesome deed.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

​The iron lever in Damian’s hand made a sickening thud as it connected with the technician’s shoulder, a sound that resonated through the cramped metal locker. Adrenaline is a liar it convinced Damian he wasn't bleeding out, and it convinced me I could take on a professional mercenary with a tin plate.

Dante sighed, leaning back as he rested his head on the cushion, eyes shut. Dante was the kind of man who moved before he thought, driven by impulse and sheer force rather than reason. Once he wanted something, he would claw through every boundary—moral, legal, or personal—to claim it, without giving a fuck about the mess he might leave behind. Paranoia coiled tightly around his mind; he saw betrayal in every glance, threat in every whisper, and trusted no one but himself. His temper was a fuse that burned too fast. With his elder brother—the only person he normally listened to—not around to keep him in check, he exploded at the slightest provocation, making people step carefully around him,

It felt weird at first because the only use of my mouth was to choke on dick but with time I got used to his questions. Damien Vale was no saint. He was a dangerous and powerful businessman with his own dark empire, but he was not allied with Voss or Silas. In fact, I slowly realized he had his own quiet rivalries with men like them.

Dangerous. Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… the club was a prestigious hub, built specifically to give these menacing people a place where, ironically, they could feel safe. A place they knew police officers wouldn’t be barging through the door to arrest them, thanks to a low-key business agreement between the owner, Frank Muscovado, and some crooked government officials with the power to sweep the booming business under the rug.

the woman replies "Okay, I'm sure I should have something for you." He takes his card out of the small pocket of his shorts and hands it to her. He waves at Matilda, and the child waves back. The mother just stares in disbelief. But much more than her disbelief, I am in more disbelief than I care to admit. Dante just helped a kid. He was supposed to be a human trafficker, but he didn't hesitate, not for one moment. He stood up for Matilda. Yet he's a murderer and a human trafficker.