Diavolo Requiem Novels & Stories

I hated the sound of that but I loved that she hated the sound of that too. "Gloat all you want now, girl. You won't last a day with Diavolo." Her shit eating grin soon returned to her face, "I hope you'll have the same fire after you see what Hell is." Satisfied, she walked away. I wanted to drag her back by her hair and show herself how much fire I've got but she was the least of my worries. I didn't know a lot of Italian words but I knew what Diavolo meant. My soon-to-be husband wasn't just the devil as a criminal.

Placing her hand on the knob, she gasped and turned it. Carol perked her head up and looked through the doorway, a hand over her mouth in shock. *** The gazelle grazed in peace, relishing the gift life had to offer, with full Oblivion the life was coming to an end. A bullet pierced through its head so quickly it could not complete its last breath. The Marquess walked to it, hovering above its body with a proud pose, "That is one kill for me. Two to go." Timothy, Raymond's elder brother gave a non-chalant huff at his friend, "I'd have killed half a dozen with that same time."

The devil stood there still in the human form, wearing a tuxedo. He looked so handsome and charming that a genuine smile automatically appeared on my lips looking at him. He smiled back as he walked to me. “It’s been a long time, I have worn a suit.”He said, looking nervous while scratching his neck. “You look too handsome,” I said as I fixed the bow at his neck. “Ella,” The devil held my hand that was fixing his bow and then he kissed it with love. “If there is anything bothering you, please tell me.”His words seem like a plea that I don’t understand at all.

He had never felt mercy and he knew he was never going to feel it…never ever, because he had never received it, so what he had never received, how could he give it to someone else? Be it sympathy. Be it mercy. Be it love. “Remove the tapes,” he spoke out. Calix bowed and unlatched the tape from both the man and the woman's mouth. They both broke down into tears in front of the mafia don. Dread was evident in their eyes as they both knew their death was sitting right in front of them. “So….” Luka took out his gun from his pocket and loaded it. Taking one last puff from his cigarette, he tossed it away.

"You asked for it..." Diana was nervous and excited. This was something she'd wanted to do in her previous life but hadn't dared to. Eyes burning red, Diana nodded vigorously, her small hands uneasily taking the initiative to tug at Alan's robe. "...." The urgency... It was like, she couldn't wait for Alan. Whatever tricks she was playing, Alan just wanted to make her cry at that moment. "Alan..." the bite on her neck made Diana's eyes red with pain. Is he a dog?

His eyes widened when he noticed one of his bourbon bottles missing from the shelf, and another wine had replaced it. He wasn't petty, but the bourbon was his most prized possession, and he would know if anything happened to one. Jules's eyes narrowed as he tried to recall if he had by chance taken it or given it to Jeremy, who regularly tried to steal it without his knowledge. He shook his head because he couldn't remember doing so. “Damnation!” He grunted as he recalled seeing a bottle in the bathroom. He assumed he got distracted by a craving for Janice's body and had forgotten he saw a wine glass with her whilst in the bathtub.

a deep voice commands. I turn. He walks in like he owns the place. Broad shoulders under a tailored black suit, dark eyes that slice through the chaos. His presence is heavier than the gunfire. Dante Morreti. I know that name. Whispers. Mafia. Blood. Power. The devil of New York. His gaze pins me in place. My chest tightens, breath shallow. “She’s the bride?” he asks, almost amused. “Yes, Boss,” one of his men answers. “Pretty little thing,” Dante murmurs, eyes raking me head to toe. “Shame she belongs to a coward.”

"Did you tell your friends to post all that trash under Brenda's social feed? I knew it. I was wondering why you'd been so quiet lately. Turns out you were waiting to pull this. Do you have any idea she cried because of those comments? Get over here and apologize to Brenda right now." He had no idea my hand was shaking so badly I could barely keep hold of my phone. The wounds had gotten infected. Dozens of blisters all over my body had been lanced. Even after taking far too many painkillers, the pain was still unbearable. I wanted to tell Ronald that I had no idea what he was talking about. I was in so much pain it felt like tens of thousands of ants were crawling over and biting into my ski

One man peeled Julius's shirt from his body, revealing bloodied skin already torn from earlier beatings. The first cut was across his chest. Deliberate. Slow. Julius screamed. Dante closed his eyes for a moment, breathing it in. The scream was music—high, cracked, desperate. “Do you know what the funny thing is?” Dante asked, walking slowly to a steel cabinet. He opened it, revealing an array of tools—pliers, wires, hammers, a blowtorch. “She doesn’t even know how precious she is. But I do.” He selected a thin ice pick and turned. “And you… you’re going to bleed until you understand what it means to touch something that belongs to the devil.”

Tears trickled from his eyes as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. “Mika? Where are you?” His whole body trembled. No way. No way. He looked around once more, but all he saw was Kael’s eyes filled with rage towards the man and Royce’s silent sobs as he hugged Riguel. “You’re such a good boy, so I rewarded her with a painless death.” The man laughed. “A painless death?” Dio stopped crying. His eyes turned serious as he felt his mana convulsing within him. He was itching to destroy everything out of rage, but his family was near.