Diavolo Obey Me Novels & Stories

“You look uncomfortable. Have you done something? To Devil? You know he doesn’t like to be disobeyed.” I stiffened, pretending his words didn’t sting. “I’m not his toy. He can’t order me around.” Mario studied me like he wanted to argue, but he only sighed. “You’ve got fire in you, girl. Just be careful, that fire might burn you.” “Well, I hope…” Before I could reply, a voice slid behind me like poison. “Well, well. If it isn’t the new favorite.”

Dante Moretti was angry again. The Devil was angry again. And when the devil is angry, blood follows. He stood still—silent—shoulders squared, chest rising and falling like a man barely holding himself back from ruin. He couldn't believe what his ears heard from Alessia’s mouth. His eyes, once clouded with concern, were now burning coals. Dark. Unforgiving. Dangerous. The kind of stare that made grown men drop to their knees. The kind that whispered of violence without ever raising its voice.

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

“Oh. So now you investigated me?” I leaned closer to him and I felt his heart beat faster. And fuck he really smell good. I licked his neck and bit it hard enough to draw a little blood in which he whimpered. Fanculo! He fucking whimpered. I love it. Hell, I want to own him. “Fuck, Diavolo. You smell so divine. And to answer your question. Yes I did. Because from now on. You are mine. Il mio piccolo diavolo.”

His face didn’t hold any emotion like sadness or whatnot, but from his eyes, I could read it all. My lips parted at the realization. Was he really apologizing to me? Alejandro? The man whose authority could move mountains at will? The man they call IL DIAVOLO? ~The devil Was I dreaming? Yeah, maybe. That definitely had to be it. Never in a million years would Alejandro ever admit that he was wrong. No. I moved back a little to be sure I heard him correctly. “What?” I asked, and as if that snapped him back to reality, he frowned.

I struggled with it and pointed to where it stood. "When I say don't come near me. Just do it EJ. You won't be happy when I get angry." I smile sweetly and adjust my posture. "What do I need to do then?" he asked and I licked my lips. A smile appeared on my lips. "Obey Athanasia, that's all you need to do."

I screamed, "Please no!" but Theo just laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I've been so generous to you, Sofia," he slurred, his voice dripping with malice. "I've been so generous and now it's time for you to do my bidding. Play your fucking role as my pet." I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. "No, Theo, please. Don't make me do this." But Theo just chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "You'll do exactly as I say, Sofia," he growled, his voice low and menacing.

His teeth caught his lower lip, eyes raking over me like he was mapping where to touch first. If there was one thing I loved about Wolfe, it was how he could never resist me. He ripped the towel from me and it hit the floor. He stared at my body like it was a monument—then his hands snapped to my throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse roar in my ears. I bit my lip, arching into him.”Daddy..” “Kneel.” The command sent a shiver down my spine. His commands unraveled me faster than I’d admit. I obeyed, watching as he flicked open his shorts. My fingers hooked into the waistband, dragging them until he was bare, his ass braced against the table behind him.

He was provoking the inner demon inside Davi. Hearing it, Davi’s eyes flashed with light for a second. Step on Liam, but he does not want it… also, he wanted it. He wants to try. His feet were immobile for a while and slowly he pushed his feet on Liam’s chest. It felt good, he thought.

she shot back. “It was a deal I couldn’t resist, kitten,” I answered. “Who is Josh to you?” I asked, thinking of the boy she was always around. “How the hell do you know his name?” she demanded. “My turn now. Would you ever go back home?” I pressed. “No,” she replied. “Why do they call you Diavolo?” “Because that’s what I am. You’re the only person in this world who feels comfortable snuggling the devil,” I said. Her eyes flickered with something. Fear, maybe.