Devil Of The Seas Novels & Stories

"Ma'am, I will do anything you want. Please, spare her" "Do you even know what she did?" He looks away confirming he knows. I feel a twinge of jealousy because some people grew up with fathers like this man. Fathers who were willing to do anything to save them. I look at Valentina and ask, "Would you like to see the body of your friend? I bit off his ear and cut his stomach open. With my hands. One of them got away but I'll find him." Moving past the man, I stop inches away from her. My eyes roaming all over her face "You're pretty enough. The men at my establishments will pay a lot of money for you" "Dios mio, no." Her mother cries "Por favor, La Diabla, forgive her. She'll never do it agai

I had confusion written all over my face as I waited for an answer. “Diablo is the person who shot at us, he is a mafia boss. His mafia is the strongest in the country and they have more power than we do. He's the worst kind of person on earth and when scum meets with power, that's a very terrible combination. The last thing you'd want to do is to get on his bad side, cause when you do he would make you regret it. And Saint has been on neutral grounds with him for years, I wonder what changed.” He says and with each word he said my face whitened. "That's Daniel.” I say, my voice barely a whisper as I stared in shock.

I could scent their drugs, alcohol made from puffer fishes and stone fishes as well as their cigarettes that were coated with the skin of a specially tanned blue-ringed octopus hide. I faced the man I wanted to meet. He was a man who had been living under the sea for many years. The merpeople around called him the sea devil. On ordinary land he was just a man but in sea water, he could control anyone he wanted with the power of his deadly tongue. Anyone but the devil and royal blood. I wondered why he hadn't taken over Seareign yet. "We meet again, Lot." "That's the devil to you." There was a black mermaid behind him. She was smoking on a blue ring cigarette as black liquid escaped her mouth

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.

No humanity, just hunger. “You’re him,” she whispered. “The Devil of the Underworld.” He bowed his head slightly, a mockery of courtly manners. “Dante Moretti. Though most only whisper my name.” Her heart pounded. Dante Moretti wasn’t just a crime lord—he was a myth. A monster in a designer suit. A man with more blood on his hands than the war itself. Rumors said he didn’t age, didn’t bleed, didn’t sleep. That he struck deals in shadows, and those who betrayed him were never found again. Or if they were, it was in pieces.

I almost cried thinking of what he can do to my family I was scared cause I know what exactly he was capable of. I released myself Infront of the devil exposing my body look at your nipples so pink so hard mmmm come on spread your legs so I can see your juice pink tight virgin pussy. I slowly spread my legs wide to show him my forbidden place but he's not satisfied so he spread my legs wider. I gave the devil what he wanted he started to stroke his dick looking at my pussy,looking at his massive dick I got scared and turn my face away he is going to hurt me alot He wiped my tears gently I don't understand him one time he is rough and another time he is gentle he has this worried expression f

He whispered while scolding her. " Mister, I won't leave unless I'm being paid for the damage" " Seth" Both heads snapped to the direction the cold voice came from. She couldn't help but feel a shiver down her spine. Why would a mere voice made her this way? "Yes my Lord" She watched the old man scurried off to the man inside the carriage. The old man said something that she couldn't grab and then he came back to her. "Please leave...you're going to regret this"

"I fucking hate you" He didn't even seem fazed by my little outburst. Just stared at me like I was boring. "I haven't even started Matilda, you can't break already, that would be fucking boring" I was starting to realize why they called him the devil. His eyes spoke of torture and for the first time, I was truly scared of what he might do to me. A notification cut through the silence. His phone. He glanced at it once. Then his expression shifted slightly. Not emotionally, Just focused now.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

He was a mafia boss and a devil- nothing more than that. I had barely taken two steps into the reception after him when the door opened again and the driver guy appeared. The only difference between his outfit and the devil’s was his navy blue suit. His black hair was held back in a small bun, which was odd, considering his harsh expression. As he walked past me, I saw that he was a bit taller than my dad but not as tall as his boss. He was around Jason’s 6.1” height. How tall is this devil?