Diavolo Requiem Novels & Stories

I whisper, putting all my sincerity into it. "Lo so (I know*), Amore mio. But, me ne frego (I don't care*). The stronzo (asshole*) is dead and buried." Elio stops talking momentarily, then looks up at his little brother. "Get out of here. I don't need you anymore." Matteo greets us with a simple nod and leaves. Then, Elio pulls me against him and comes to whisper in my ear: "You will be happy to know that this stronzo was the last one on the list."

“Damn girl, you have changed. I like it. I'm glad I'm your friend because your ass is scary as hell." Carmine is looking at Beauden standing up, wiping blood off his face. He thought Beauden was leaving the room. Instead, Beauden walks past him and in front of Wisdom and falls on his knees. “I took my rejection back the second I said it. I promise you I'll never touch you unless you want me to. Forgive me my Luna.”

Dario held the ropes tightly as he shook vigorously. The heat was melting his feet as he kept swinging around as the other two faced Lucifer with a frown. "What do you want from us!?" Rex spat. "You know what I want!" Lucifer said and he grinned. "F*cking let go!" Flavio screamed. "Just tell me what I need to hear from you three!" Lucifer smirked evily as Dario trembled. "Ahhhh.........we only saw....." "Shut up Dario!" Rex yelled and Dario kept quiet instantly.

He almost forgot what fear felt like, and there was a time when he would have been terrified by a shriek in the night. Mephiles stood there on the balcony and awaited his greatest enemies to fight him and end his reign upon the earth. He was a brave man who seemed to never back down from any onslaught or battle. He had demonic-blood and wolf-blood inside his veins, his eye color is red and black, and his sword was crafted through metal and ancient nordic steel. As he stood there, he was carrying sand with him to commemorate the memory of a woman he loved long ago. She was taken from him, and once again, he was left with nobody to love, nobody to cheer him up, and nobody to tell him their gen

Very obscene images scratched the back of my mind but I shut them out immediately but I knew, just from the smirk on his lips, that he was thinking the same thing, or probably something much more darker. “ Do you Richardo Volkov take Daphne Romano to be your wife, in sickness and in health, in riches and poverty, till death do you part?” The priest's voice came and Rico looked at him then back at me, barely containing a smile. “ I do.” His voice came, for the first time, all morning and I didn't realize how much I missed his voice. “ Do you Daphne Romano take Richardo Volkov to be your husband in sickness and in health, in riches and in poverty, till death do you part?” He asked me and I nod

It’s all I can do to keep my head up and not let the tears fall as the auction winds down when someone shouts from the back. I don’t hear him, but by the way Nicolo tenses behind me, he does. “Say that again, and I’ll drag you out of here. In the years I’ve been moving product, when have I offered something fake? Tell me,” Nicolo demands. The other voice is closer now, the heavy scent of his cologne making my nose itch. “Look at her, Diavolo. How are we supposed to believe you didn’t fuck her while she was in your care?”

Just as he felt her release heighten, he stopped whatever he was doing and pulled his mouth away from her womanhood, leaving her bare and at war with herself and her emotions. "You won't get to release from me until whenever I'm ready to fuck you piccola so until then, this is what you'll feel. Half satisfied and frustrated. Consider this your punishment for running away from me." Diavolo rose to his feet and looked down at her naked but luscious body that laid beautifully on his bed like a painting. He snatched his eyes away from her and turned to leave but stopped almost immediately. "And one more thing, i won't ever have sex with

The bouquet filled the car with a sweet scent that calmed me a fraction. My phone rang halfway there, it was an anonymous number. I answered and put the phone on speaker. “Come posso aiutarti, bastardo?” How can I help you, bastard? “How dare you, Diavolo?” Dante’s voice came through, ragged with smoke and fury. “Everything I built is gone, my men are dead, all thanks to you.”

he commenced the recollection and immediately my head began to pound, heavy thumps at each interval as well as a dizzy feeling enveloping me. "Two friends seeking to mastermind the most perfect crime mankind has ever known. To create a replica of the sun was it?" He continued, his eyes looking up to the sky in ridicule and a furtive and devious laugh, following seconds after. "You aren't Davison, who told you about all this. Was it Crystal?" I asked, my tone anxious, shifting my stance from one foot to the other with my hands rubbing the back of my head at every second. "Ahh Crystal Young, I wonder what you saw in her, had a taste and it was to be particular, bland," he said while pursing hi