Devil May Cry White Rabbit Novels & Stories

he said in a low voice when he saw that she was crying, but Alice didn't answer him and remained mute. Diana and Liam noticed this and exchanged confused looks. The white witch stepped forward slowly and she gasped when she saw Alice. “Devon!” She called out to the Lycan Prince but it was too late... Devon immediately started to feel dizzy and his view became blurry. He had no idea what was wrong with him, all he could see was Alice staring at him with tears in her eyes... “Run Devon, Run…please!” He suddenly heard her pleading voice in his head but it was too late. His whole body felt so weak that he couldn't stop himself from falling to the ground.

Suddenly, the goat-headed devil is in pain and grabs his tail. “DAMN YOU! HUMAN BRAT! EEEAAHHH” The devil’s claws suddenly became longer. The goat-headed devil is starting to get frustrated and attack Abelard with his claws wildly. Abelard does not lose, his sword dance gracefully. The Devil’s hooves and Abelard’s sword collide with each other.

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

He had me on his palm. "Say it", another demand. I reluctantly nodded looking away from him. "Say. It.", his tone became louder and cold. "I-I'm yours", I whispered; almost choke on my own words. The scary smile he was known for appeared across his face. The triumphant glint spread on his eyes. "YOU. ARE. MINE. ALONE", those were the last words I heard before he crashed his lips onto mine. The devil won. He now owns me.

Moreover her hair was tough black and hands were fully tattooed with strange pictures. Other than this her eyes was no more doe-eyed like an innocent one but it was a beady black, shiny, impenetrable obsidian eyes. The most terrifying feature of her was the tattoed figure of a boy face in her neck. That tattoed face had some similarity with our cute little Abigal's face. "Abarat! Abarat! Abarat. Come here", she roared more loudly like a exquisitely horrid witch. While roaring the tattoed face on her neck was exposing and one can clearly say it was Abigal's face.

Olivia "If you think I'm going to sleep on the same bed with you, you're wrong!" I yelled after the devil left the room. Obviously he was the devil!What kind of a man will chose to marry a woman with no feeling or knowing her !Only a devil can and that room was his personal hell .Actually his entire house was hell in my opinion.. But if he thought I would share a room with him, he was wrong. Damn wrong! There wasn't even a damn sofa in that room, only the huge bed. The colors were black as expected, like his dark soul.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

The sound was wet and messy with bones crunching and blood splattering. When I released him, his face was battered beyond recognition “I'm going to ask you one more time. Who. Is. He?!" I seethed. His body twitched and then he whispered filled with pain “Fûck you" A devilish laugh worked its way out of me. I rolled my sleeves up to my elbows, laughing wickedly as I did It was about time to let the beast Elio had put in me unleash

Midafternoon, a courier in a neat cap tapped at the studio door. “Delivery for Rebecca,” he said, polite and bored. Fiona signed, suspicious on principle, and set the long white box on the table. Inside, nestled in tissue, lay a bouquet of white lilies and midnight roses. It was indulgent and ominous at the same time. There was no card. "who could this be from? " Fiona asked. Natalie shrugged. "A fan? " she suggested.

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