Devil May Cry 5: Visions Of V Novels & Stories

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

“Then I'll make sure you never get to taste anyone ever again!” In a swift motion, Vernon sliced his lips, the pink flesh fell to the floor, his blood painting the knife and floor, tears rolling down his eyes but Vernon wasn't done, he reached for Cameron's d**k and immediately sliced it off, the long piece of flesh falling to the floor. Cameron tried to scream but it was too late, he was rendered—Dickless.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

"Forget the nonsense Salazar or anyone else has been feeding you. You're perfect the way you are and if I hear anything about you being on a diet again or trying to lose weight, heads will roll. Do you understand?" Maldito, I'm dazzled. For a moment there, the look in his eyes turned menacing and I finally caught a glimpse of the devil he hides behind that sexy body. I can totally picture him chopping a man up with a kitchen knife while smiling. That thought has moisture pooling between my legs and I squirm, trying to get some relief. Violence turns me on. He crosses the small space between us. Judging by how he's gotten in my face, I think he's finally going to take the initiative but he on

"Sir, she’s still recovering. You can’t just..." Dante didn’t even flinch, he just stared at her with that ice-cold gaze that could make grown men piss themselves. "And who’s going to stop me?" The nurse opened her mouth to say something, then shut it. He smirked. "That’s what I thought." He nodded to one of the men behind him, his right-hand man, Victor. He stepped forward and handed the nurse a thick bundle of cash then Dante leaned in, his voice low and murderous.

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

“I've helped you get the immortality you desire, and now I'm helping you again, controlling Barbara so that she can kill the victims that you will make sacrifices for me.” Reksa stepped forward, approaching Hugo with a breath that smelled like a mixture of sulfur and wet tar. The devil gripped the Cursed's shoulder, making him grit his teeth in the pain and heat from Reksa's hands. Within seconds, Reksa's form was no longer human, but like a real devil, flaming red and black. Hugo's shoulders slowly smoked, but not the slightest sign of fire could come out.

Six pairs of eyes were glued over the bed where she laid. The doctor made the final check-ups. Crystal was all cleaned up and bandaged. She was still lying on her stomach over the soft mattress of Valentine’s sheet where no woman ever slept before. Lola was sitting on her right and Valerie stood behind the old woman with a heavy heart. Her eyes never loosed the moisture once. A muscular yet comforting hand of Harman was wrapped around her shoulder. He looked equally distraught. Victor and Alberto were standing at the corner of the room, eyeing the doctor like a hawk making him uncomfortable. There was no sign of Valentine and it didn’t affect them at all. None of them know how the mind of th