Novel & Cerita Devoted Novel

Author pov People are tragically, gloriously mistaken to think that humans are the highest form of life and the only beings that live on our planet. But they forget to acknowledge the fact that there are devils in the form of humans living with us. The first night Alessia Rivera met Dante Moretti, she should have known he was trouble. The kind of man who looked like sin dressed in a tailored suit. The kind of man mothers warned their daughters about. But she hadn’t listened. Maybe she couldn’t.

“The circle closed. The three bloodlines, wolf, vampire, and the old gods, finally braided into one perfect noose.” His hand slid to my stomach. The child inside me went still, listening. “It’s almost time,” he said. “The coronation moon is full tonight. You will birth the new world at its zenith. And I will stand at your side as the first of your consorts.” I stepped back. The shadow blade uncoiled, ready. “Consort?” I repeated. “I already killed one husband tonight. I’m not in the market for another.” His smile widened, showing fangs longer than any I’d ever seen.

“I’m still getting my house back.” A corner of my mouth lifted. “There it is.” Her eyes narrowed. “What?” “That delusion,” I said. “I was wondering when it would come back.” Her spine straightened instantly. “It’s not delusion. It’s determination. You can't scare me into resignation.” “Oh Matilda" I drawled lazily, pulling a strand of her fiery hair, "I get off on making pretty girls break"

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

“You disgust me. You talk about revenge and family honor, and here you are selling a defenseless woman to a bunch of disgusting pigs. I can’t believe, for one minute, I let you touch me, that I actually thought…” His smile turns predatory. “Actually, I’m selling you to one pig, and what did you think, princess? Finish your tirade since it’ll be the last time we speak.” My gaze narrows. “I thought maybe that you had a soul. Obviously, I was mistaken. You’re the devil, a heartless, cruel, asshole, devil. You are no better than my father.” The smile falls from his lips, and he shakes his head. “Soo will be in to take you to the car. Have a nice life, princess.”

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.

She's the key. I turned the words over slowly in my mind, the way you turn something over when you're trying to feel the edges of it and understand its shape. Key to what? This marriage? Something larger than this marriage? Something that had been decided and arranged and set in motion long before a man named Alaric Virelli arrived in the rain outside Dorian's house and said two words that changed everything? I heard movement from behind the door, a chair, footsteps adjusting, and I moved before I had consciously decided to, stepping quickly and quietly past the door and down the corridor and not stopping until I had turned the corner.

Her hands stayed clenched in her lap, hidden from view. Valentina leaned forward, her perfume sharp and expensive. “Sandro and I were engaged for nearly a year. Did you know that? The perfect power couple on paper. We fucked in every luxury suite from Manhattan to Lake Como. He whispered about building something unbreakable together. I actually let myself believe he could love someone without breaking them.” Her smile turned brittle.

"How dare he?" Anger surged through my veins. I started reading below that line and it didn’t take me a second to realize that it was written by Binnazun. The book was based on the legendary enmity between Angels and Demons and the mass exodus of demons after the partition of Heaven. The narrator was Binnazun as it was completely his side of the story which was nothing but a pool of white lies.