Daredevil Novels & Stories

“I can’t back down now. This is bigger than—” “Enough!” Dery cut in, standing up, his face flushed. “Do you think we don’t know who you’re up against? It’s Devandra, Dev! He has power even the police are afraid of. You’re not a superhero. You’re my sister. And I won’t lose you.” Deviana froze. Dery’s words hit her chest like a hammer. “You… are you afraid I’ll die?” Dery looked at her sharply. “Yes. That’s my biggest fear. And if you keep being stubborn, it’s only a matter of time.”

Her words stuns me, but I cannot tell if I'm to be angry or in wonder; How can someone so fragile fear no death? “So be it!” I flared, unsheathing my claws to strike. I've never been one to harm the weak, but I cannot show weakness and risk the peace. Whoever is behind this needs to know I'm not fool to be played with. “ My Lord!” Darius, my Beta, calls rushing towards me. My hand stops just a few inches from her chest, my claws almost piercing her bare skin. “May I have a word with you in private, my Lord?” Darius ask, panting as he moves to me.

There was no wonder I didn't know about Xavier Hill. The infamous Mafia Boss of American territory known as DarZ. Even the top mafias trembled at the name of Xavier Hill. While being the god boss of all underground activities, nobody has seen the face of Xavier Hill. I can't believe I'm with him , under his sexy body.

Her whole body trembled. I stayed where I was, arms crossed, making no move to help despite her obvious desperation. My first night with her had been a mistake—a moment of weakness I couldn't afford to repeat. I was Damian Cavalieri, heir to one of Italy's most powerful criminal enterprises. I didn't lose control over orphaned bar girls who meant nothing beyond a single night's entertainment. "Cold water will help you solve this problem very effectively," I told her firmly, my voice carrying the authority she'd learned to obey that first night.

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened

He kept moving my hips, slow and steady, dragging out every lingering sensation, making me tremble again and again as my clit brushed against the length of him. It was overwhelming—in the most perfect way imaginable. My very first orgasm, my first taste of what pleasure was truly supposed to feel like, and it had been brought to life by none other than Dante Gallo. The same man people whispered about, feared, warned others to stay far away from. He was dangerous, powerful—possibly the most feared man in the entire city, if not the country. Yet right now, he was my anchor, the one person making me feel like I was untouchable and treasured all at once.

I love him, despite everything. A part of my heart subtly wanted him to do all that I dared him to do. But on the other side, I knew that if he did, then it would mean my mission here wouldn't be completed. I would have to leave Town before I found my answers but my treacherous heart didn't seem to care. His eyes slithered, brows drawing up together. "Is this a dare?" "Yes. I, Jhelani Snowfire, dare you, Damon Cross, to tell me that I mean absolutely nothing to you. I want you to kiss me while doing so."

Hawthorne pushed Jasmine away from the fence and said firmly, "There is no room for your escape." Jasmine resisted the rescue, her thoughts were jumbled and the desire to escape guided her steps. Determinedly, she tried to climb again for the sake of freedom, unaware that Mr. Hawthorne was ready to take drastic measures. With a sudden movement, Jasmine's body was lifted and thrown into the swimming pool. The sound of the water broke the silence of the night, marking the end of Jasmine's desperate attempt to jump off the tall building.

Sara’s hands trembled as she clutched her phone. The image of Damien Vladimir—his imposing stature, piercing gaze, and commanding aura—stared back at her from the screen. The headline accompanying the photo detailed his immense wealth, influence, and ruthlessness. Her breath hitched as the realization hit her like a tidal wave.

I hate myself for letting his words seep into my thoughts, for letting him make me question everything. But a part of me can’t help it. What if he’s right? What if everything Dare told me—everything we’ve shared—was just a lie? “I bet he never told you about the people he killed,” Mr. M began, “Do you even know how many there are now? How many families he’s destroyed? Men, children, mothers… He didn’t spare any of them. You see Dare as a man, but to the rest of the world, he’s a monster. A living terror.”