Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

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?

With his arms now free, the young man directs his hands to the third beauty still 'sleeping' at his chest, more precisely to her buttocks, grabbing each of her buttcheeks and squishing the supple meat in his hands. "Hmmmm…" Letting a throaty moan, the third beauty opens her eyes and looks up to the young man's face. Her deep purple eyes, that were slowly changing to pink color, expressed just one feeling at that moment, hunger. And not the one for food. Those eyes, combined with her long black hair that was arranged in twin tails, and the bountiful E-cup breasts pressed against the young man's chest, gave her a very devilish beauty. Her name, Serafall Sitri Leviathan, the only female member

"Be as soft as The ANGELS But as dark as The DEVILS When it's the right time" NISHMA .. .. [•16+ mature content] Withering in pain, frustration, and embarrassment crawled upon her as Nishma's body shook uncomfortably in unreleased pleasure. "But You missed it" She heard him saying, mockingly and these words stabbed the heart of DEVIL as a fire enraged her. "Mission accomplished"< Demon spoke in his head and danced at his victory.

He was joined by the physician from the main palace. As soon as they removed the last needles from her elbow, she opened her eyes slowly. Lydia weeped for joy as she gave her water to drink. Heavy footsteps were heard in the corridor. The door was pushed open at once and she saw, the Devil.

she whispered, her breath cold against my skin, “you belong to him.” A shiver crawled down my spine. She didn’t let me pull away. “The Devil is one of a kind,” she whispered. “Do you understand what that means?” I shook my head once. Barely. She pressed a kiss to my cheek, soft and dry. “It means remember yourself,” she said, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes again. “So you don’t drown in him.” The words hit like a prophecy.

Containing, but not limited to: “Gag on my cock . . . Deep-throat me, kotyonok . . . Tap my thigh when you need to breathe.” The moonlight cast a halo over every inch of her body. It looked like an angel was sucking my dick—D’yavol’s dick. I knew the real devil would never let her go. He’d cut off her wings and lock her away. The idea would have some merit if Alexei wasn’t such a massive bitch and if karma wasn’t fucking everything up with feelings, reminding me Mila wouldn’t like that idea very much. As much as I appreciated the tears she shed for me, my skin also chafed at the idea of causing more.

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?! "

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.

And from afar, through the blur of the downpour, Revania still watched the house from her car. She saw the nursery light glowing and smiled, victorious. > “Cry, Devia,” she whispered. “Because every one of your tears... is my revenge.” She started the engine and drove off, her eyes glinting with cruel satisfaction. Inside the nursery, Devia clutched her baby close, her body shaking, her eyes hollow. > “Am I... not enough anymore?” The words came out in a whisper, barely audible beneath the sound of rain — but in the hollow of her broken heart, they echoed endlessly,