Diavolo Themes Novels & Stories

(Legion POV) I decide to meet Davian at the Flame dinner on 58th and 9th avenue in Manhattan. It’s not too far from Levi live but still a good distance for me to travel. I heard a lot of good things about this place from friends, like them having pretty good food. I get there to see that he was already there and pretty much has been here for a while waiting for me. He sat at a table close to the door, with his food already on the table. He wore a plain black button up shirt, and black rip jeans. His long dirty blonde hair was tied back to reveal that he had some ear buds in. Wearing dark sunglasses as he stares into his phone making everyone around him think he’s not paying attention to what

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

This made my father proud. He told me this many times, especially after seeing me at my worst. They called him when I was too anxious with my knife, the blood of our enemies staining every part of me as red as the Devil. This is where the legend of il Diavolo (The Devil) was born . Eviscerate, dismember, break... the pain I distributed was returned tenfold in my father's love.

I said through comm. “I’m here.” “He’s drawing me.” “Yes,” he replied calmly. “Thermal shows alley convergence two blocks east.” “You see it too.” “Yes.” A trap inside the trap. Classic Vale. I could disengage. Wait for backup. Play controlled. But that wasn’t the message Vale wanted. He wanted spectacle. He wanted fracture. He wanted to force Dominic to choose again. I exhaled slowly. Then followed. The alley narrowed. Too clean. Too empty. The fourth operative stood at the far end, weapon lowered.

Yet Clay doesn't breathe another word. Disdain, unlike anything Clay had ever seen before, catches sapphire flaked with garnet. The hostile burn temps Clay to slightly upturn his lips into a poisonous smile. Elegance wouldn't be the first affiliation the elder would grant the boy colored with pastels of a fogged dawn, but the flutter of aggression that spills over Damon's lashes to splash over heated pools, sings of its own special charm. Rouge, untamed. Damon Salvati…dripped of challenge.

Makayla clicked her tongue and bit on her lips. Knox stayed quiet. "Are you one of those women that throw themselves at my brother?" "And are you one of those sisters that snoop their nose in their brother's affairs instead of minding theirs?" Makayla asked instead, a sly smile on her lips. "Gold digger." Dove seethed. "That's it! Enough of your attitude!" Makayla snapped. Swiftly, her hand was in Dove's hair. She knew the hair was a fake one and as she removed it, the wrist watch immediately fell off. "Oh Mr Phillipe? I believe this belongs to you!" She announced on the top of her voice.

“Covering a little too much for this party theme, don’t you think?” Vivica’s eyes flicked briefly, catching the implication. A nearly naked she-wolf approached with a glass of wine. Vivica accepted it, smiling slightly behind the rim. “If only I had known the theme required being… exposed and have public sex,” she murmured. “They get excited from having an audience,” Finn’s voice was low, coated with meaning. “There are those who take pleasure in groups, openly… then there are those who love to have it in the dark corners but wants the others to be turned on by their pleasure, and then there are those…” he paused, his eyes locking with her intensely,”... who wait to step into action behind t

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

ELLA : I don't believe my eyes, what I just saw, I was still hoping that it was my illusion but no it turned out to be real, the devil killing someone right in front of my eyes. I wasn't afraid of the devil’s cruel experience but his betrayal ached my heart. Why? Why did he do that? It was so hard for me to trust him and then open my heart for him but what did he do? He has cut open my heart with his betrayal and now I am bleeding internally.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓