Diavolo Requiem Novels & Stories

mom said, turning her attention to Leonardo “with that said, I do not know what I did to hurt you, what my son who has considered you as his twin, did to hurt you, or my daughter who waited for you to come home to simply hug you, did to hurt you. Your mate, the woman who lost her child when she just found out that she was carrying it for you, lived, and the mating bond between the two of you broke, but I am not stupid, and I don’t think that you are either, to believe that you did not break her heart with what you did” Mom took a deep breath before standing up as she looked at Nicolas and I “I would have been disappointed in myself for calling you my son, but thinking about it, I am only dis

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

“For the desires that were left behind And the ties that were never tied, For the good that was thrown in well And the sadness that was wept, He shall come back to mend what was broken, To redeem the betrayal that was hung heavily in the air, To bow in front of breaths that died seeking his affection. A time will arrive when the devil will redeem for the sins he committed with passion. Because sometimes, one life isn’t enough for redemption.” The witch announced, and the deadly silence evaporated with the hope of a new sunrise.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

Win asked only a touch snidely while trying his best to hide the trepidation that clearly lurked within him. Adom pursed his lips. “If you want to . . . though if you truly wish me to stop, say gelatin.” “Gelatin?” Win asked in confusion. The devil smiled. “You’re unlikely to say that in the heat of the moment.” “I suppose,” Win said trailing off thoughtfully as Adom waved his arms around from no where, an army of demons to view the sacrificial deflowering. They clamored around and the sky bled to a crimson red, setting the mood. The dense forest around them suddenly seemed ancient and dying as bare limbs leaned in towards the altar.

Velvet drapes the color of spilled wine lined the walls, chandeliers of obsidian crystal hung like predatory eyes overhead, and the air itself seemed heavy with perfume, smoke, and danger. Every corner whispered with secrets. Eyes tracked him as he passed—recognition, curiosity, some even thinly veiled hatred. But he walked like he belonged. Because tonight… he did. The sound of a single violin played from the center of the stage, delicate and haunting. At the far end of the hall, beneath a black-and-gold portrait of the late Lady Aihara, stood the auctioneer in ceremonial robes, waiting for the tribute to begin. Dorian moved past a table where a familiar face turned toward him—someone from

I screamed as a wave of ecstasy surged through me. " Anything you want, darling." He whispered, his voice cold against my ears. I laid on my back, my legs wide open for him to come in. I felt the cap of his dick against my clit. He stroked my pussy with his dick, with each second his dick hardened more and more. " Ah!" I screamed, my voice echoed through the room with the force he used to penetrate. He smiled, leaning unto me as he kept thrusting harder and deeper. His eyes rolled, his lips clashed against mine. I quickly thrusted my tongue in his mouth, savouring his every taste.

he whispered, voice low, dark, teasing. Her fingers slid over his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle as she closed the last inch between them, lips brushing his. “If I can’t kill the devil…” she murmured, voice trembling with fire, “then when I take my revenge… you’ll wish for anything but death.” Her eyes locked on his in a promise. “I will make you taste tears of blood, dear devil.”

I saw Lisa move into the kitchen from the corner of my eye. “Uh, hello.” “I’m Matteo, Lorenzo’s brother.” Yeah, I remember, Lorenzo. I like the devil better. I nodded. Lisa came back and went to drop something on the table. “Since you’re done, I’ll just go,” I told her, turning around. “No, you should join us,” Matteo stated as he took his seat. “Uh…I can’t…I…” “Okay, I’m insisting.” That was when the devil came descended the stairs. He barely made a sound yet we all felt his presence. He was dressed in his usual all-black fashion. He would have looked relaxed if he would be sensible enough to unclench his jaw.

“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.