Devil May Cry 3 Jackpot Novels & Stories

His eyes were dark and completely without expression. "My name is Alaric Virelli," he said, as though he expected that to mean something to me, as though his name was supposed to settle everything. "I don't care who you are," I said. "I am not going anywhere with you." Dorian grabbed my arm again and this time he yanked me toward him so hard that I stumbled. He got his face close to mine and his eyes were ugly with something I recognized after a moment as desperation. Not anger. Desperation. He needed this. Whatever this was, he needed it badly enough to drag me out of the house in the rain and hand me over to strangers.

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”

I queried, "you said you already know everything about me, so what is the point of getting myself over dressed?" " I didn't say that!" Here we go again this the third time we are having an argument in less than 72 hours. " I wanted to say that you look beautiful in a casual dress," " Am I wearing a dress right now?" I asked walking towards the bench. " Why don't you go over to the rollercoaster?" It will be fun. _______ Author POV Julianne went into the rollercoaster ride with her invisible lover which she can't see, A female demon who was watching over Damien was fuming at their back, she raised her hand and pushed the air with supernatural force sending Julianne down from the top of the ro

The most important personnel in the room were the likes of the Lyan Devil Triplets; Damien, Draven, and Darius filled the hall with winds of discussion solely on the strategy planning for the Forbidden. The triplets knew how to take up authority and responsibilities to take on the role of commendable leadership. Swiveling thoughts from the triplets concerning the discussion, Damien surveilled the entire scene playing out in the room. He was more cautious in terms of what to say about the Luna ceremony than anyone in the room while he moved his eyes randomly around the surroundings trying to maintain a calm setting.

she began, her voice low but carrying, “I hacked his financial accounts. Cleaned them, stripped them. By the time Marek got desperate enough to look for scraps, I’d already moved the gold. Every account. Every offshore vault. Gone.” A ripple of unease passed across the room. Ayla looked up, eyes glinting, her tone colder. “Marek doesn’t know it yet. But when he tries to steal what he thinks is Darius’s inheritance, he’ll find a corpse instead of treasure.” Elias barked a laugh, leaning back in his chair. His voice was rough, amused, but the undertone carried respect. “So the bastard’s broke and doesn’t even know it? That’s poetic.”

Gideon shifted in his seat, clearly already uncomfortable and Victor tried to keep the smile, but it looked more like a grimace if I was being honest. “My offer,” I said, sliding the figure across the table, “it’s generous, considering everything I’ve just said.” Their faces dropped when they read it. Gideon stammered, “This… this is far below our valuation.” “Your valuation was a fantasy,” I cut in. “This is reality. So it’s either you take it, or you watch Larkspur drown.” By the end, the contracts bore my signature and theirs, though their hands shook as they signed it. To celebrate, I ordered a bottle of Château Montaigne, raised a glass, took just a sip, then let the glass drop back ont

She undid him with a single look. “I can’t take it anymore,” he muttered, grabbing his phone and making a call to someone . “Hello?” the vendor answered nervously. “It’s Zayden,” he said sharply. The man on the other end stammered. “Yes, sir. Anything you need.” “I need you to sell a lottery ticket to a couple—the ones living in house number 48, Second Cross, near the temple in your town. Make sure you give them the winning ticket, I’ll pay you. I don’t care what you do—rig the draw, manipulate the numbers—I want them to win big.”

NOTE: Entrapped By The Devil is Book 2 in "THE PERAZZO" series. It can be read as standalone but will have spoilers from Book 1 (KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA). * * * [25 YEARS AGO] . . . “Spare us, please! We didn’t do anything. Quel ragazzo mente! Mente tra i denti. We didn’t do anything. Let us go, please, sir, andiamo a casa!”

"Heck no. I can't raise a pitch to save my life." Vito nodded, taking a slow sip of his drink. "Yeah. I wouldn't have counted on you." Ash turned back to him, his smirk widening. "You're such an asshole, you know that?" "Takes one to know one." **EOFB** ******* Vito blinked, and the memory scattered like smoke. The final note of the cover song Aiden was singing… Die with a Smile by Bruno Mars hung in the air, and then Aiden opened his eyes, chest heaving, sweat making his shirt cling to his body.

he explained. "I like that. What do you stay, Steffie? How much for being my sex slave for three hours?" "No, we are not going there!" she exclaimed. Jack counted through the money in Calvin's wallet. He pulled out the full amount and tossed it on the table. "That's $1,200. This is the final bet before we show our cards. You be my sex slave for one day. Twenty four hours. If you win, you get the money. If I win, I get you for twenty four hours and you also get the money. Either way you win. How does that sound?"