Diavolo Requiem Novels & Stories

He exhales a rough, uneven sound and for a fleeting second, it almost feels like relief. Does he actually feel guilty? I shove the thought away before it can take root. Diavolo doesn’t have a shred of sympathy in him. The man’s incapable of anything resembling remorse. The only emotions he knows are chaos and control. “Indeed,” he murmurs. “And you shine so brightly, it fucking hurts.” I blink, startled. Did he just…compliment me? “Eat.” He clears his throat, turning back to his plate as if the words never left his mouth.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

My skin burned instead of stinging, and more blood spilled from my mouth but I fought and fought, until the lights of the candles came on…. Another thunder bolted angrily, followed by a violent whoosh of air that threatened to put off the candle lights. I wiped my mouth with the back of my palm, grabbed the dead animal and began to tie it with a white rope. As soon as I was done, I threw it into the bowl of animal blood and carried it up, resuming my chant with a bell on my other hand. “Adaou dingo zatuu!” “Gruzdenn cratin fantuaaa”

she whispered, staring into space, “you killed her.” “Yes, Ava, I did and now do you believe me? Do you believe that I am the most dangerous man on earth and the most heartless? Do you understand why you should have put that damn bullet in me that night, even if not for you but for her? Do you understand why you should not dream of anything good with me?” he approached her where she was on the floor and squatted in front of her, “do you know the meaning of El Diablo? Do you understand why I am call that now? I am heartless, Ava, I have no soul, people are not right when they say I sold my soul to the devil because I am the devil himself. My soul has already been consumed in hell and if you s

From up here, the city glowed like a wound—fires smoldering, broken glass glittering, and the cries of the desperate echoing into the dark. Behind her, Dante’s footsteps were measured, deliberate, like a predator stalking the silence. He had grown quieter in recent weeks, his rage contained but seething like a furnace beneath the surface. The attack two nights ago had proven what they both already knew: there was someone else moving pieces against them. Someone smarter, colder, and more patient than Lorenzo had ever been. Amara didn’t turn when Dante finally spoke. “They call him Il Diavolo,” Dante said, his voice like gravel. “The Devil. An old ghost. I thought he was buried years ago, but

I looked away from my mother, and she raised an eyebrow at me, clearly annoyed by me. “Enough, Myla, yelling at them is not going to do you any good. They knew what they were doing, a whole bottle of champagne cannot be emptied by accident.” Luna Netania, Diablo’s mother, said, looking at mom. “The two of you are going to need to freshen up. And I am going to send you painkillers as well as glasses of water. You are going to need them to be dealing with what is to come later.” “What is going to happen later?” Diablo asked his mother, and she shook her head at him.

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"

Not anymore. Matt's eyes glistened as he searched my face. He fell to his knees, clasping his hands together like he was praying. WTF? "God Casey! I'm so damn sorry. I'll do anything to make it right. Please. Just give me another chance. I know I messed everything up. I was a dickhead. You never deserved that. I'm so sorry. Please come back to me. I love you, Bae. I need you."

Adrian said. "Sure." Diavolo put down his fork. "How much do you want?" "Five hundred chrystals." "That's a little expensive." "Then forget I said anything. You can handle Sylvas on your own. Stop asking me for ideas." Diavolo placed a piece of bread on Adrian's plate. "Please, have some more. I’ll stop bargaining. You've got yourself a deal." Adrian put his hand out, and Diavolo gave him five hundred chrystals as he urged, "Now, tell me your idea.”

He tried it for about two times and decided he’ll try it later when it still didn’t connect. He activated the hidden bud in his ear and the voices of Don Alessandro and Danny were heard. Before going to serve the wine, he had placed a chip recorder at the bottom of the bottle, that way he could hear their conversation. “Glad you honored my invitation.” Don Alessandro spoke up. “It’s a pleasure. I was told your invitation was worth honoring.” Danny said. He pushed the bud further into his ear when he couldn’t hear them loudly. “It is good you did your findings about me. I bet you were also told I hate when people rebel…” Don Alessandro was still talking when Danny’s voice was heard.