Novel & Cerita Devil May Cry Fanfiction

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.

That was mind trying to betray me! He wears a white long sleeve shirt without a tie and a white trouser. So the devil want to act as an angel-scoff, his face is too sinful to be an angel. He keep his eyes on me without blinking, he makes me suffocate inside the full-conditioned cafetaria. Lidya try to fix her hair, she display her ten thousand megawatts smile that always works to melt everyone.

Doing the mind-blowing things I couldn’t stop thinking about, I couldn’t stop daydreaming about. As his kisses dragged into my cleavage, and he sniffed me there, he let out a strained groan, lapping his tongue against the skin, lighting a fire on his trail. “Fuck, Elena,” he cursed in a gruff voice, “just say the word. Say it,” he urged adamantly, “else I won’t—“ “You wanna hear it so bad, don’t you?” I demanded, my breath biting close to his ear. “Well you can crash and burn in hell for all I care, Atlas fucking Grant.”

With every passing step towards the bed, he felt blood simmering inside his veins. Ana's face had a look as if inviting the devil within him. A look of an angel but the temptation of a minx. So tempting that the devil had fallen for it, giving into her trap. Her shoulders dropped and she stared watching him half laying close beside her. "You seemed having trouble with something, angel. What is it?" Leo coaxed in low tone holding her chin between his finger. The devil inside him wants to hear her voice, hear what she has to say, her feelings. Those words that will come out of her mouth will no doubt intensify the burning desire yet he wants to get burnt into it. After all seduction always sta

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

DEVIL started to move towards the ANGEL and she was looking at him silently with her red eyes. Tears were running continuously through her eyes. Her nose and her cheeks were swollen and red. A big handprint was visible on her cheeks and it was enough for the devil to lose his mind. Devil came closer to her and knelt in front of her. Angel was looking beautiful in her crying mess too. But Devil wanted to rip off the wedding dress. Her chest was on the show for all the people. He clutched his fist tightly and closed his eyes to calm down his rising temper.

Even a towel I had to wrap around my body at a sluggish tempo, not even caring to adjust the knot enough for it to be secured and not go loose and fall at the slightest of falters. Trying to sleep it off had failed, the cold shower had only made matters worse, erotic literature was not going to save me now and there was only one other option; physical indulgence. I have never drank spirits, but in that moment I had the strongest craving for the Devil's spirit which undoubtedly is made from tears of his victims or is demon blood distilled with the fires of Hell. I needed the strength of that Hell brew to knock me straight into oblivion and if I am lucky enough, to give me a high I will never

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**