Diavolo Manga Novels & Stories

I guess it's called avoidance, though there isn't enough alcohol in the world to avoid my demons. Dmitri must realize I'm about to pass out and even through the fuzzy haze I hear his low growling words, "I will eventually release you, but first, dragon, we shall have a short discussion." He eases up the pressure just a bit, which allows me to breathe. I suck in air when what I really want is for him to tighten those deadly fingers and take all the oxygen from my worthless life. But no, he is so fucking noble. His amber eyes assess me and I can see the contempt written clearly in their depths. Before he begins the discussion, I know my welcome at the club is at an end.

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.

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

He nods, adjusting the rim of the glasses and turns to look out of the room through the window. To anyone else, Gio is the calm one— the saint in the room of Devils. They're so wrong. Underneath that calmness lies a demon in slumber. Gio doesn’t need a gun to kill. He erases people with just a keystroke. “Get your bitch to quiet it down, Luca. She sounds like a strangled fish.” Niccolo spits. Luca snorts, before pushing the girl off him. Her cheeks are tinted red and cum is still dripping down her lips.

A small figure was crouched on a nearby building, pointing what I could swear was a sniper at Michael. A f*cking sniper! A f*cking sniper was on the building, and I didn't notice until he fired. So if it was actually meant to kill me, I wouldn't have known until I was f*cking dead. F*cking scary. "I am Diavolo for a reason. I am invincible." Lorenzo glowered at him as he picked up the gun and held it under his jaw. "Run home, stupid child, before you bleed to death. Go lick your wound like the dog that you are."

“Pe–” “How does ten thousand dollars sound?” “Before dawn it is.” He ended the call, and exhaled very loudly. “I'm going to take everything from you, Diavolo. Your money, your power, your friends, followers, family. I'll take your girl, and then finally, I'll take your life. It is not just mere words. It is a promise.” Right after the declaration, he scrolled through his phone for a picture of Passion. His eyes watered when he saw the innocent smile on her face, whilst her hand cradled her protruding stomach.

Valerie's POV I sat in the office, laughing and smiling as Diavolo regaled me with stories of his pack's antics. He was leaning back in his chair, his eyes sparkling with amusement, and I couldn't help but be charmed by his carefree demeanor. As we chatted, I found myself blushing more and more, my face growing hotter by the minute. I couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to him, how much I enjoyed his company. "...and then, Luca tried to convince me that he was a master chef," Diavolo said, chuckling. "Let's just say it was a disaster."

He looked at me and my body shivered. "Uhm, who is Diavolo?" I hesitantly asked and his mouth opened agape. He placed on the couch and stood up. He came in front of me and said, "What did you just say?"

—So I have to ask, why are you still here? His gaze fixed on my face. — I was biding my time before trying again. — Cazzata. His life in Toronto was boring. You were dying there, like a plant starving for water. I saved you from that loser boyfriend, from those lackluster orgasms. There's so much I can show you, dolcezza. So much I want to give you. — So you are my savior? And that? I laughed softly. — I am not a savior. They call me il Diavolo for a reason, and that's because I'm just as wicked and evil as they are. But if you want to kneel for me in gratitude, I will not object.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓