Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

One of expression that so strange was the curiousity and confussion that came out strange when there's pain and fear that couldn't hide about in his eyes. “This is not defying the heaven,” the Devil's voice thundered about in his mind that shocked Raj once again. But not as shocked as before, he could remain to observed the Devil. “This is defying everything that common in this surrounding. You haven't heard a Devil turned Alpha in the history? That's may never happen like it was hidden, hidden through everyone's understanding!”

He asked, seethed. The woman nodded with difficulty, she tried to open her mouth but except for air, nothing came. The devil smirked at me, "This is what happens Ella when someone hurts me deeply," He said staring into my eyes and then inserted his hand inside her pu**y, as she opened her eyes wide startled by his actions. She shouted in pain and fear but it was too late as the devil pulled her womb out of her body with cruelty. BOOM

I'm not that little boy who would put his family name to shame for a woman. especially with the devil's daughter.

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

With my fingers, I thrusted into my pussy and stroked gently with a moan. It felt good, and soon, I was immersed in pleasuring myself. Just then, my eyes caught sight of the door knob turning. My eyes widened. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't as I haven't reached an orgasm yet. The door opened and my heart began to thud heavily when I saw a glimpse of black pants which I could swear I saw Dante wearing. Suddenly, I could see him standing by the door, his glare immediately shifting to an almost soft expression. His lips twitched when he saw me in a very compromising situation, with my legs still widely opened.

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.

Christian looked to him with obvious fear in his eyes, and I held out my cross, reciting a prayer to banish it from-- The devil seized hold of my throat. He moved so fast, I couldn’t even trace him, lifting me clear off the ground with barely an effort. “Ah yes, my pet’s previous owner. He’s outgrown the need for your grooming. How will you feel if I kill him?” he demanded of Christian. “Don’t,” my boy rasped, and I exhaled in relief. “Let me.” The devil burst out laughing and obligingly threw me into the dirt at Christian’s feet. His eyes were flooded with tears. He cried to end his own father, I still insist to myself. There is no way he was weeping over that dead pervert who molested and

No humanity, just hunger. “You’re him,” she whispered. “The Devil of the Underworld.” He bowed his head slightly, a mockery of courtly manners. “Dante Moretti. Though most only whisper my name.” Her heart pounded. Dante Moretti wasn’t just a crime lord—he was a myth. A monster in a designer suit. A man with more blood on his hands than the war itself. Rumors said he didn’t age, didn’t bleed, didn’t sleep. That he struck deals in shadows, and those who betrayed him were never found again. Or if they were, it was in pieces.

I don’t clean it up. I just stand there, watching it spread. Because that’s what he does. He seeps in. Through the cracks I thought I’d sealed. Through the life I thought I’d built without him. Through the man sleeping in my bed who has no idea he’s now on a leash held by the devil himself. I press my palms to the counter until they hurt. I will not cry. I will not break. I will not let Mikhail Romanov take this from me too. But even as I think it, I know it’s a lie.

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.