Devil May Cry 5 Cover Novels & Stories

Hema bit her lip to keep from crying out. Without warning, Zayden seized her wrist and dragged her towards the bed, his grip unyielding. He pushed her onto the mattress, caging her beneath his formidable frame. The sheets thrashed about as she struggled to cover herself, but he would have none of it. Zayden's mouth descended upon her breast, his teeth grazing the tender skin. Hema cried out, the sting of pain morphing into an unwanted surge of pleasure. He nibbled and bit, marking her flesh as his own, a perverse brand of possession.

I could feel the sheets beneath me, rough and damp with my sweat, the air on my skin like pinpricks. “Stop... please,” I slurred weakly, tears stinging my eyes. “Let... me... go.” Cristian stripped off his shirt, revealing a toned chest scarred from old fights, tattoos snaking over his muscles. He unbuckled his belt, shoving his jeans down, his cock springing free—thick, veined, already hard and leaking pre-cum. He climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, positioning himself between my spread legs.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Kyren The pounding in my skull felt like someone was taking a sledgehammer to the inside of my head. I surfaced slowly from unconsciousness, my mouth tasting like I'd been gargling with battery acid and my body feeling like I'd been thrown down a flight of stairs. The familiar leather couch in my penthouse living room came into focus, along with the empty bottle of Macallan 25 that had apparently been my companion for the night. "Boss?" Leo's voice called out. "You awake?"

I turned and left without saying a word. My throat felt dry and I headed to the bar. I placed my phone on the table and sat down. “What drink would you like to give me today?” The bartender looked at me and quickly flashed his smile. “The mask suits you, Yulia.” I smiled softly. He lined up five shots. “Try this.” I raised the glass and downed it. “This tastes good.” I turned to the crowd, I couldn't find Lily on the stage. I turned to the bartender. “Where is Lily?”

Still, Yara didn't cry. "I see, huh?" Damian whispered between kisses, his tone low and dangerous. "You think by being this strong, you can beat me? No one can fight Damian Devatra. Not even you." Yara let out a short breath, the blood on her lips starting to flow faster, but she looked at Damian with hateful eyes. "You will not win, Damian. Hurting me like this only shows how weak you are. A real man doesn't need to torture to feel powerful."

For as long as she’d let him be. Let it be forever. **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Ice and Vixen’s story, and catching up with The Road Devils cast of characters. ‘The Devil’s Moon’ (The Road Devils MC #6), Cole and Nala’s story, is the next book in the series and it will be published here on GoodNovel very soon. If you would like to know when it's published, please check on my website for updates: www.marysoljamesromance.com

He was a mafia boss and a devil- nothing more than that. I had barely taken two steps into the reception after him when the door opened again and the driver guy appeared. The only difference between his outfit and the devil’s was his navy blue suit. His black hair was held back in a small bun, which was odd, considering his harsh expression. As he walked past me, I saw that he was a bit taller than my dad but not as tall as his boss. He was around Jason’s 6.1” height. How tall is this devil?

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

Five Years ago “No. Please No.” Laurel pulls away from the man with all the strength left inside her but nothing she does seems to get her out of his grip. She screams as hard as her voice can get but the other girls stand still, with their face to the ground as they try hard not to wrap their hands around themselves, to shield their unclad body from the eyes of the grinning men. They all shiver in frightening fear but none dares to resist the action taken on them, the fondling and different kind of assaults that still retains their value as it will be needed.