Devil May Cry Novels Novels & Stories

They'd read 9 Lives, 10 Circles, and been tested on it. He wished he had a copy right now. It was a fiction book about one tom's attempt to gain an audience with the Black Devil. It read like a tour guide of the Underworld, down to the minutest detail, when it didn't go into the scratchings of the main character's slowly twisting mind.

Her countenance, typically an array of animated expressions, had transformed into a tranquil tableau of serenity. A soft, barely discernible smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her. Even the devil himself, in all his cunning and might, would find himself disarmed before such a woman. She bore no regal lineage, possessed no grand narrative of her life. Her beauty was not the kind to inspire poets or artists, and her dubious occupation had seemingly secured her a spot in the inferno. Yet, there was an aura about Reina, a quality that was singular and extraordinary. She held the uncanny ability to perceive devils—two of them, to be exact. To the untrained eye, they were indis

"Do you know why they call me the unforgiving spirit of Draevyn?" "Because… you don't forgive." His words were a whisper. "Exactly." Darion's voice rose behind me. "Drae…vyn!!!" "No mercy! No mercy! Every sinner must die." The others echoed it, and for the first time I enjoyed watching a man actually understand what our chant meant.

Lies sweet, but orgasm coiled vicious, belly flaming. His mouth reclaimed mine—tongue spearing as fingers reamed, wrist twisting veins drag ridges. Free hand fisted my hair, yanking head back—exposing throat for bites. Sweat-slick bodies ground; his cock humped my thigh through shorts, precum soaking skin hot ropes. "Cum for me, Delilah. First one's mine—show brother how you cream."

“Those pretty eyes can’t stop following Lisa. You’re thinking, ‘what kind of assholes would make someone in her condition work for them?’ Am I right?” “No, I was…” “Well, that is what happened when you think of messing with me. It didn’t take more than two bullets. Yours will be a worse fate if you dare me, I assure you,” the devil dropped before lifting his cup of coffee to his lips. He did it to her? Of course. The food in my mouth suddenly nauseated me, and I pushed it down with a forceful gulp of water. “Excuse me.” I shot up from my chair and left.

He shouts for the guys to order more, since I’d be paying. It’s for the mission, nothing else. I’m only doing this so I blend in with the guys, so nobody suspects me down the line. However, I haven’t done this… never had the time to just drink and celebrate. I’d only allow myself this one night. Nothing more. After all, I’ve just infiltrated a place the best spies could never. All that’s left is to find the one they call The Devil. That should be the easy part. You can’t miss a devil. Not with his horns, tail, and pitch fork. He’d be ugly. He’d look exactly like you expect him to.

More, and more. End of Book 1

Thank you so much for reading His Pretty Little Liar - The Devils Snare - Book One. It has been a pleasure riding this journey with you. Not to worry, The Devils Snare Series is not over yet. Book two in the series is: Submitting To The Devil - The Devils Snare - Book Two Synopsis:

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

ALMA My body burned for him. Every inch of my body that his hand touched was on fire. His lips on mine drove me insane. Lord, I was so attracted to this man. His eyes went cold and dark as he stared intently into mine after telling him I didn’t want him. “You are only allowing this because you think I’ll rape you?” I swallowed against my throat and nodded. “Yes.” Even the devil knew I was lying. I badly wanted him. My pussy was pulsing fiercely in anticipation. I wanted him to fill me up. But wanting him was all shades of wrong, and I refused to admit that. So, I’d rather lie to him.