Diavolo Requiem Novels & Stories

Nirvana cried and Kono smirked "So interesting" Kono laughed hard and faced Desmond. Desmond couldn't go close to him because of the amulet he was holding "Die" Jasmine said immediately she got to where Nirvana was and rise her sword up and Nirvana did same.. "I can't kill you jasmine" Nirvana cried and dropped her sword "I need to kill you if I wanna live" Jasmine said "If I die you will die jasmine. don't you get it?" Nirvana yelled in tears and Jasmine's hands stopped mid-air

Across the sound system you could hear the DJ announce in a deep husky voice, “Please welcome to the stage, Ember.” Seemed he knew what was coming, but was enthralled as much as the other guests. Keegan’s vision seemed to narrow entirely on the beauty appearing within the smoke. She was swaying to the slower beat as she seemed to be dancing with the tendrils of smoke. Dark hair trailed down her back, but when she leaned back, her grip tight on the silver pole, it was like her hair came alight. All sorts of reds and golds appeared throughout a deep silky blackness that caressed her as she moved. A rounded face with a gentle slopping nose. Her eyes were closed as if she was in her own world.

His heat seeped into me, his scent wrapped around me. And I hated how much I needed both, I hated how he made me feel, I hated that I could hardly control myself around him. "Now." He said, eyes darkening. "Who the fuck put you in a hospital?" I met his eyes. "My ex and my best friend." I said without hesitation. He didn’t blink. "I want revenge, Dante. I want them to suffer, I want them to pay." His smirk was slow, wicked, and utterly feral.

His mind buzzed with violent thoughts, each one darker than the last. He had built his name from nothing. He had carved his reputation with blood and sacrifice. He wouldn’t allow anyone, not even fate, to ruin his legacy. --- Don Julio leaned heavily on his walking stick as he made his way to the balcony. The wind brushed over him, carrying the scent of evening rain and old memories. He dialed a number. ‎“Hello Charles, how are you doing?” “Mr. Alvarez! Long time no see. I’m doing well, sir. And you?”

“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.”

Now, his pulse beat steadily against my wrist, a rhythm I knew better than my own. I shaved his jaw, his neck, the tricky spot under his nose. Our eyes met in the mirror. The fever had burned away some of the arrogance in his gray eyes, leaving something harder, cleaner underneath. "Why are you doing this, Vivian?" he asked quietly. "You could take the Ledger to the FBI. You could disappear. Why walk back into the fire with me?" I rinsed the razor. I dried his face with a paper towel. "Because I sold my soul to the Devil," I whispered, leaning down until our foreheads touched. "And I don't break my contracts."

His shirt is pulled apart revealing his bulletproof vest glinting in the night with the bullet buried in them. "Come out and face me Archer. Come out and face me like a man." Diavolo shouts and aims at the headlights in our cars, firing at them and leaving just one solo light, barely enough to light up the whole place. It shrouds us back in darkness with the solo headlight barely dim. Smart. He's canceling out anyway to target him from afar. With no light to see him, I'll have no choice but to go closer to him. "Come out Archer and let the best man be decided."

And now, they knew exactly who to target to make me bleed. Matteo pulled on his jacket and holstered a blade against his hip. The way he moved was different now. Less lover, more predator. “I’ll call in the Diavlo,” he said. “We don’t go in blind.” As he opened the hidden drawer beneath the wardrobe and pulled out another gun, I followed him with the same chill settling into my bones that always came when blood was about to be spilled. This wasn’t just business anymore. They took her. And someone was going to pay for that.

“If we can’t secure this system, we’re dead in the water. They’ll have full access to everything we’ve built—every military operation, every secret project.” Eva’s eyes flicked to the side of the room, where a series of encrypted files lay open on one of the terminals. Something about them caught her attention. She moved toward the terminal, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she accessed the files. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the name on one of the documents: *Project Requiem*.

"But does the name, Diavolo, ring any bell?" "Diavolo... Diavolo... Diavolo..." I mumbled under my breath. The name sounded familiar but I couldn't place— oh sh*t! 'Diavolo!' I gasped, and my stomach dropped. 'Devil of Sinclair City! Don of Tenebre!' 'No... It couldn't be...' I took a step back, my wide eyes staring at the man standing before me. It had to be a lie. I couldn't be face-to-face with one of the deadliest men in the entire country! The Lord of Sinclair's underworld!