Devil May Cry Power Novels & Stories

I thought she won't look for me but she again stunned me by calling out for me and when I didn't respond she called me something that I never expected from her, she accepted my real self by calling me a "DEVIL" I don't know what happened to me but instead of staying at my place, I went to her with my real form as expected. She got hell scared by my appearance, but I really wanted to please her and taste her as I selfishly used my powers on her and then covered her eyes.

He had successfully turned me into a hormonal teenage boy, needy for his touch. His eyes locked on mine, wild, dark, hurting. He drove into me like he was punishing me, like he wanted to hurt me, and this was the only way he could. Every thrust shoved me higher up the bed, my back arching, my throat raw from the moans I couldn’t hold in anymore. His hands framed my face suddenly, holding me still, forcing my eyes open. “Look at me,” he panted. “Don’t fucking look away, Kyren.”

Her inner devils held hands like cheerleaders before a big game, and they sang like Anthony Warlow. Inner Devil: 'This is the moment, my final test.' Inner Devil 2: 'Destiny beckoned. I never reckoned second best!' “Ahhhh.” “Fuck.” Inner Devil: 'I won't look down. I must not fall.' Inner Devil 2: 'This is the moment. The sweetest moment of them all.' As Taylor entered, Charlie cried out in ecstasy. The song by Anthony Warlow played in her head like going raw truly was her best achievement!

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.

Understood all the demons in my head that wanted to come out and play. He took care of me. Loved me. And I loved him. "Lucian" I moaned "Look at me baby" he growled, his hand gripping my neck as I looked at him, my eyes glassy as he fucked me incessantly. Vote and Comment .

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

His power over her was terrifying, and she didn't know how much more she could endure. As night fell, she lay on the bed, her mind replaying the events of the day. The shattered photo, Dante's fury, his unsettling demand—it all haunted her. She couldn’t shake the image of the beaten man from her mind, his eyes filled with a silent plea. She needed to stay strong, to find a way out of this nightmare. But the more she learned about Dante, the more dangerous he seemed. She couldn’t trust anyone here, not even the maids. She was alone, trapped in a house full of shadows and secrets.

Ever again! Suddenly, Eva froze in her spot as she stared at something or rather someone not too far away from her. A few good distance away from her was none other than the Devil himself. He walked confidently, his eyes were sharp, his features remained indifferent as usual and his posture was nothing but powerful yet nonchalant. He was dressed in a black button-up shirt which was rolled up to his elbow, exposing the strong and visible muscles of his arm, a dark coat hanging on his shoulder, and dark pants. Everything he was wearing was all dark but he was still gaining everyone's attention and he did it with ease without having to put effort. Every woman had their eyes locked on him like h

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****