Diaval X Maleficent Novels & Stories

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.

The rigid, calculating CEO vanished, replaced by something entirely feral. ​He slid his hand up from my hip, his large fingers wrapping firmly around the back of my neck, tilting my head up. His thumb pressed hard against my jaw, forcing my mouth open slightly as he leaned down until his lips almost brushed mine. ​"Then let's get one thing straight," Xavier growled, his hot breath suffocating me. "This isn't me playing your savior. I am no angel. I'm the devil himself, and if I touch you tonight, don't mistake it for anything else—it’s because I’m a hot-blooded man taking exactly what he wants."

Seraphina is not wearing a cap and nose mask anymore. She's open, except for the clothes. "Help me. I know you can." She repeated, gulping. "You wanna dance with the devil?" His voice sounded like sin as he blew out the candle he's holding. The molten wax has gathered around his large digits generously. "Yes, and I'll be the devil's tool. So as long as I'll be protected from the world." Seraphina muttered. "Show the devil how ready you are—to dance in the hot ashes." Tobias eyes challenged.

“Then I reverse the transfer. And I make a phone call to those gentlemen searching for your father. Have you any idea what happens to the daughters of men who do not pay their debts?” I stared at him in horror. He was blackmailing me, using my family’s safety to manipulate me. The charming young man had become the very essence of the Devil. “Why?” I asked. “Why marry me? Why marry a woman you hate? How can you marry a woman you said you would never love?” Luca placed his drink down and moved towards me. He stopped right in front of me and lifted my hand so that he could examine the ring which I was now forced to wear.

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.

Though not as bulky as the Hulk beside me, I could see the lean and powerful muscles beneath his clothes, ensuring an aesthetic nature while also maximising sreneth over bulk. "Miss, Gina?" he called, pulling me out my reverie. "Are you okay?" "Um, yeah," I nodded. "Thank you for having me, Mr Devon Fenrir." "You can simply call me Devon," he smiled charmingly. I did my best to ignore that warm smile and his easy-going nature and remind myself that this was the face of the monster who has been making the lives of my family a living hell for a while now. "I would like to get straight to the point if you would allow me?" I said once I sat down.

She knows dealing with him can be signing off herself to her death but she was ready to put everything on stake. For him she was only a pawn but their deal changed something in him. A crack, something shifted inside him and he knew that Olivia Vitalio, daughter of his biggest enemy is going to be his death. The devil was losing his heart even before he could realize that he had one at the first place. His love was unexpected and she was burning him with her fire, he who wanted to ruin her world was being destroyed by her into pieces and bringing his doom.

She stood up and dusted herself, she wiped her tears and stood firm. "I am the Devil and this is my job!" He replied to her with his head tilted. He kissed the top of his teeth and tutted. "You don't kill the innocent or do you?" She scoffed as she went on to Brandon. "Of course not and I am not heartless!" He palmed his face and sighed. "Fine, I don't want to argue with you, I will do one thing!" "And what's that?" She said as she tried to blow Brandon's lip. She knew it would aggravate him and make him pissed but there was a man on a 15% lifespan

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

I repeated, but softer this time, like I wasn’t convincing even myself. Rinaldi leaned forward, eyes dark and gleaming. “You should’ve listened to your father, Adrian. He warned you… you trust too fast. You love too deeply. And when you do..” He laughed, a disgusting, broken sound. then he continued to complete the rubbish he was saying. “she will be the one to end you.” Isabella. Her name hit me like a knife. Before I could think, I fired. The bullet ripped through his head. The body fell—hard, lifeless.