Daredevil Novels & Stories

Who knew how long I was going to be in this dark, smelly place without food or water. "Mother, please give me strength," I whispered slowly, trying to comfort myself, for I knew this was just the beginning of my journey. ...... "The girl, how's she?" A young man with stricken features asked as he adjusted himself on his chair. He was dressed in a black suit, which made him look like the devil. Damian was a hired mercenary, a merciless killer who had been trained for years to skillfully eliminate important figures in society. Merely looking at him, he appeared human, but being trained in the laboratory made him stronger, as he had undergone a series of experiments since he was a child.

Initially Delfina was excited to have the older cousins living with them until Caprice turned out to think Delfina was her servant and Nek was chaos on legs. It was Caprice’s older brother who caused the insanity three years ago with Ercole and brought the bastard into her life. Ercole Muraro, was a very rich thug. He wasn’t very tall, barely five feet ten inches tall. He wasn’t even remotely handsome despite his very toned and strong physique. The man was also bloody brilliant, always ten steps ahead of the rest of the crowd.

With Reggie off pretending to be me, she's the best person I can have at my side. Adjusting my stance, I roll my shoulders, shake my hair, and remove the last of my cold, business exterior to become the person the Devil May Dares expect me to be. Mr. D's gang wants to see the leader of the WST. They want Hazardous, not Hunter. Thug and playboy, gangster and stone-cold killer. "Let's roll," I place my aviator shades over my eyes and take a bold step forward.

She spoke maintaining a steady tone. With a wide smile, Damien glanced back at Ava and she caught sight of the man beneath the cold surface, who was both fierce and fearless, yet also heartbroken and tender. Although she had come to terms with the devil, her intuition was apprehensive that this devil could be more profound than she initially believed.

I knew what was coming next. “Oh, please don’t,” Damian groaned, his face turning a shade redder. Mom raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I absolutely must. You see, Sierra, when Damian was about five, he had this rather... unsavory habit of getting into trouble at the worst possible times.” She turned to me with an exaggerated conspiratorial look. “For instance, there was the time he decided to have a grand adventure in the neighbor’s garden—wearing nothing but his superhero cape, of course.”

Shane explained the fundamental difference between him and Lea. "Let's compare it to your notes. Yes, there's only one name. But pliss lah, your notes are wrong, from being kidnapped in part one to being a superhero, then being kidnapped in part two to be an evil character. Tskckck, just drama." Shane continued reading the story of Lea and Daniel's past, which they often discuss because it is so full of impressions. Of course, the presence of that name almost put her in danger, threatening her life.

she said "Okay, one thing you have to know about DeAngelo is that he may be an ass sometimes, but he's genuinely kind and understanding", "You don't have to worry or fear talking to him. Just be honest, don't leave him to guess anything. Let him down slowly" Caterina said and walked away Suddenly, she turned and faced Lorraine "Wanna wake up the girls?" She asked with an evil smile on her face "I like what you're driving at," Lorraine said and walked towards her Caterina.

Damien paced restlessly around his room angry and frustrated. He had a bad temper which was almost impossible to subdue whenever triggered because of his wolf nature, apparently and also because he was Alpha. The rage, lust and anger that came with it was sometimes uncontrollable. That rage was taking its toll now on Damien with the thought of his parents’ murders constantly. He kept walking around from left to right and back around his room critically thinking of how to capture the Rogues’ Alpha.

Or the time I snuck into the abandoned amusement park and rode the rickety old rollercoaster by myself. My friends used to call me "Daredevil" because of my fearless attitude. And now, I was about to take on the biggest challenge of my life: winning over Louisa. I cracked my knuckles, feeling a surge of determination. Bring it on. Daredevil and Miss spitfire. The Badass– Louisa Blackwood. I stood there, getting soaked to the bone, but I didn't care. I was too busy laughing at the absurdity of it all. As the night wore on, I finally gave in to exhaustion and sat down on the balcony floor, letting the rain wash over me.

He takes a step closer. I step back, hitting the table. Nowhere to go. "April West." He tests the name, rolling it over his tongue like he's tasting wine. Like he's memorizing it. His gaze drops to my mouth, still swollen from his kiss, and something dark and hungry flashes across his face. "Do you know who I am, April West?" I shake my head frantically. "No. No, I swear. I just needed the money. It was a stupid dare. I'll leave. I'll never come back. I'll—"