Devil In Italian 소설 & 이야기

Really, Regi will never accept that! Meanwhile, Gerand, who got the sarcastic words, immediately glared at him as well. He could never accept all forms of insults and yelling. Although Regi's attitude was different from what it seemed, it was clear that she would never accept that. "With Miss Regianis. I know I am very bad in your eyes. But remember and remember. I am not a psychopath who crushes someone so low." "What's the difference between you and a psychopath, sir!?"

The devil’s green eyes were dark in anger, and he had his hands clenched into fists. He was barely restraining himself from showing his anger. “Sir, you called for me?” The scorpion as he was known as was a fearless man. However, he seemed as docile as a dove in the presence of the Devil. The devil wasn’t a person to be trifled with. He was exactly like the name he earned. He’s the devil himself. “Sir?” Scorpion called out when he got no reply from the devil. “How’s the situation?” The Devil asked in a voice that was too calm, which caused the scorpion to shiver a bit.

Grayson Voss I was supposed to be in a meeting with a cartel rat who thought he could play both sides. Instead, I ended up in a club that reeked of sweat, desperation, and lies. Club Delirium. Ironically named, considering it mostly caters to men trying to forget reality with vodka and silicone. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there because the club owner was late on his payments. And late payments in my world meant broken bones or buried bodies.

I swipe the lipstick across my mouth in one smooth stroke, meeting her eyes in the reflection of my compact mirror. "It’s like you’re.." "The devil?" I ask, snapping the mirror shut. "Maybe."

Dio (God)… the hatred in them could burn an entire city to the ground. “Nikita!” Valentino’s voice thundered from behind her, filled with rage and warning. “Touch a single strand of her hair and I will show you exactly why they call me Il Diavolo di Milano (The Devil of Milan)!” She did not even turn to look at him. Instead, she smirked. “Is the Devil of Milan in the room with us?” she taunted, giggling lazily. My breath caught as her hand slid from my face to my chin, then slowly down to my neck.

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.

I hated the sound of that but I loved that she hated the sound of that too. "Gloat all you want now, girl. You won't last a day with Diavolo." Her shit eating grin soon returned to her face, "I hope you'll have the same fire after you see what Hell is." Satisfied, she walked away. I wanted to drag her back by her hair and show herself how much fire I've got but she was the least of my worries. I didn't know a lot of Italian words but I knew what Diavolo meant. My soon-to-be husband wasn't just the devil as a criminal.

She stuttered angrily and Alcina lost her temper, ‘Dio ha lasciato questa Casa anni fa, il male vive qui e voi siete la personificazione del Diavolo. Ero un bambino qui e tu hai reso la mia vita un inferno, ora fai le valigie e vattene.’ [God left this House years ago, evil lives here and you are the personification of the Devil. I was a child here and you made my life hell, now get your things packed and get out.]

Lorenzo - Fifteen-Year-Old They confined him in an isolated prison cell away from all others. Lorenzo Vitelli had become the most feared name throughout all of Italy. He was named the “Sicilian Devil” by the news channels and the common people. He told them all about every single murder he committed, the four dead bodies rotting away in the basement of his home and the murder of Officer Dario Coppola, that his wife had witnessed. He brazenly admitted to all of his deeds on record. Proudly proclaiming that he would relish the chance to commit the same misdeeds if presented with the opportunity.

"The man you just married is the leader of a crime organization that is not a part of the code of the mafia. They kill and destroy as they wish. He's worse than Sergio. Far worse." My blood ran cold. "Wh-what?" "Didn't he tell you who he is?" "Luca Vallario, that's what he told me." She nodded, voice shaky with terror, "Yes, but to the rest of the world, he's known as Lucifero." Oh God. What had I done? "The man you married isn't just a monster; he's the Devil himself."