Devil May Cry Reboot Dante Novels & Stories

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.

"Come rain. Come sun. You will be the only woman in my life. Thanks for coming into my life and showing me what true love is. I renew my love to you today, you shall be the only woman I will love till my last breath. I was once an asshole and I know I have made you cry so many times. I promise to make it up to you and be the best husband and the best father to our children. I love you, Alyssa" Alyssa burst into tears and they both hugged. (The End) Author: Dear readers, thanks for taking your wonderful time to read my book, "Reborn For Revenge" Thanks for your support all through 2023. This is 2024, let's do it together again. I love you and you are always in my mind.

he clapped his hands. “You wish” I said and hissed again with veins on my neck popping out. “Ewww” Dante turned to the door and his back was the view I got. He took two steps forward and stopped, “I hope that you are very sure of accepting the real devil because this is just a tip of an iceberg” he called out. “Huh! You haven't done enough?” I asked. “I am just getting started,” he said and walked out of the room. ***

she rasped, her head lolling. In the neon haze, Dante shifted. The wolf faded, replaced by a towering shadow with eyes like burning coals. A demon. He looked like the monster she’d imagined when she first heard his name. But then the smoke cleared, and for a heartbeat, he was just a boy. A boy with a pen in his hand, crying as he signed a death warrant to save a woman in a glass box. "I'm the guy trying to keep you from flatlining," Dante growled. He scooped her up, his weight a crushing, 3D reality as he slammed her onto the bed in the corner. "Keep breathing. Just fucking breathe."

“No. I don’t think I can. I will.” Behind him, movement: Valentina stepping into the courtyard, her coat soaked, her sleeve stained with blood. Dante’s eyes flicked to her for a fraction of a second — not with fear, but with the fire of recognition. She had survived her front. She had cut Cruz’s hand from the board. She was here, where she belonged, beside him. Cruz’s smile thinned as he noticed her, his eyes narrowing. “Ah. The little princess returns. Tell me, Valentina — do you know whose blood runs in your veins? Do you know you carry the devil’s name as well as his child?”

"I won't let you down, Mr. Moretti. I will watch him like a hawk." "Go back upstairs before they notice you are missing," Dante ordered, turning his back to return to his drink. "And remember, Val... not a word to anyone. Not even the uncles. This little performance belongs to us." Val slipped out of the room, his heart racing with a dark excitement as he rode the elevator back to the main floor. The stage was set, the players were moving, and he was finally going to get his revenge on the boy who had stolen his peace.

“I pay attention. Also, Luca talks in his sleep sometimes.” “Great,” I say weakly. “So the man who bought me from a devil used to do deals with the devil before deciding he wanted a halo.” “Something like that,” she says. “Look, this is old dirt being stirred up because D’Angelo’s in trouble. When big sharks bleed, everyone in the water gets splashed, even if they’re not biting anymore.” I can’t drag my eyes off the screen. The name DANTE MORETTI sits there in black and white, nested in a sentence about organized crime and protection money and “entertainment assets.”

"I still don't know who you are but you know me, it's only fair you tell me." "I mean you agreed for a dance, I don't have much to hide anymore. I'm Ryan Desmond, CEO of Iris private limited, also technically your dad's rival," he introduced himself and she nodded because she recognized the name. She got off the barstool, ready to enter the dance floor even if her heart felt like it would pop out of her chest. She was going against Nigel Asher after all. "But my father.." "I've read everything..", he said as he led her to the dance floor, stealing every eye in the room as he held her hand. He looked like he was gloating, not being able to keep his smile in check. "I don't think you did anyth

"You're acting like I locked you in with the devil." "Yes, you did!" I shot back. I knew I was exaggerating, but for real, she did lock me in with the devil. Dante is the devil. "Do you know what he did? He is so infuriating!" Vittoria burst out laughing, as if the moment were funny.

Caterina was silent. "Now we focus on your recovery first." Dante spoke softly. Caterina nodded. Dante took off the shirt that was attached to his body. He put the shirt on his daughter's body to cover Caterina's naked body. Dante's jaw tightened; he clenched his fists very tightly as he brought destruction to his daughter's world. He should never have brought Caterina to live there. He should have left La Vendetta first so he could focus on taking care of his daughter and planning a good future for her.