Devil May Cry Novels Novels & Stories

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.

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But the fear in her eyes was new. Real. Sandro was walking into violence. The Conti hit team was closing in. Claire’s life hung in the balance. And somewhere in the mansion, the hidden files and unanswered questions waited like loaded guns. She wrapped her arms around herself, the ache of him still deep inside her. The devil had gone to war. And she was left behind in the cage, wondering if he would return… or if this was the night everything finally burned.

“Another shirt ruined.” Olivia stood, her mouth agape in shock. Cassandra stood, backlit by the sun setting. Her hair wild, the left side of her white shirt hung loose from her pants, blood soaked her sleeve, and a man lay at her feet. When Cassandra looked up she was shocked to find herself lost in blue eyes. The rumours that she was cold was far from the truth. She was heat, white, hot heat. And Olivia feared she’d be burned alive is she didn’t get away. Something must have shown on her face. Cassandra straightened and stared at her in challenge. The devil behind the cold eyes a deep contrast. “I want to go home.”

18+ WARNING: This story is intended for mature readers only and contains explicit sexual content, strong language, adult themes, and mature situations. Reader discretion is advised. *********************************** Nineteen-year-old Dev Varma was born with a curse. Under a blood moon, anyone he kisses becomes violently in love with him. Dev has survived four blood moons by locking himself in his room until sunrise, but one rainy night, he breaks his own rules and goes to a Christmas party. By morning, he has cursed three men: Julian Vale, the college junior he has wanted for months; Nico Hargrove, his cruel stepbrother who kissed him as a joke; and Victor Hargrove, his mother’

“Oh! Thank you very much. I’ll give it a read then . I guess I’ll learn a lot about my dead husband from here than I could while I was actually with him.” After that the publisher left. And Ms.Rafa took that book and sat on a rocking chair to read it. She said to herself, “Guess a legendary journey of a devil is about to be revealed by my hands. Should I be happy about that, I don’t know anymore…” Inside that Book…………….

Annie watched him fall to his knees, resting his head beside her hand. “Louis was outside, Drake forced his shift.” Dev said as he shifted from foot to foot. Looking between Annie and Stolas and then to Sin and Louis. Before he looked at Amelia, then back to Sin. The pack house seemed to be becoming a meeting place for demons, and he didn’t like that. Sin’s eyes met his and he gave him a nod of thanks. He looked towards the doorway as a woman peeked around the door frame. She looked towards Dev and then the others.

she cried as his lifeless body plummeted to the floor. Pebbles ran to the only place she could think of, the closet that rested on the second floor of the devil's mansion, but when she got there, another devil was awaiting her. “Did you miss me, Pretty Pebbles?” Harrison grabbed her and shoved her inside. “How I've missed you." He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Pebbles tried to scream, but her mouth was sewn shut. She thought to punch him, but her hands and feet were bound. Terror seeped from her pores when she lowered her head and realized she was naked and positioned for the devil to enter her.

But I had a goal that needed to be reached, I pulled away from her and I began to undress her, throwing the clothing on the floor. I was as hard as a rod and precums were leaking from my aching erection. She groaned when I bit her lips. Blood came out from there and I licked her lips. I let my fingers trail down from the base of her neck, over her perked nipples, dipped down then into her belly button, and finally wrapped them around her pussy. "You want me, right?", I demanded as her eyes were closed and breathing was getting higher and higher. End Of POV:- ... The devil drowned himself in her beautiful petite body. She was half naked and her eyes were closed. The devil kissed her eyelids a

Elena cried out, her hands gripping the sheets as he took her with a force that left her breathless. “Helios!” she gasped, her voice trembling with the weight of her pleasure. “Please, more!” Helios groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he pounded into her, each thrust driving her closer to the edge again. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “I can’t get enough of you.” Elena’s body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. She could feel herself unraveling, the pressure inside her building with every thrust. “I’m close,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, Helios, don’t stop!”