Dmc 4 Devil Trigger Novels & Stories

A final text from Derek: > “Whatever you think this is, Marcus… it’s bigger. You and Lucian — you’re connected. Somehow.” I stared at the screen. Connected? My heart pounded. Was it blood? Was it history? Or something else entirely? --- I looked up. Fire in my eyes. “I’m getting her back,” I said. “And if Lucian Devlin wants a war…” I flexed my injured hand, blood dripping to the floor. “…I’ll burn his empire to the ground.” ---

I didn’t even have time to think before the trigger clicked. A sharp sting hit me in the stomach, and my breath hitched. I staggered backward, a strange coldness spreading through my veins. I looked down, dazed, and saw a thin metal dart jutting out just above my ribs. My lips parted just as the world began tilting sideways. “A… dart?” I whispered. Then everything went black. **** “Thea! Thea, wake up!” The voice sounded muffled, like I was underwater. My eyelids felt like stone, but I managed to pry them open. Light flooded in, blinding me temporarily. I groaned and blinked until my vision finally came into focus.

Real smooth. He is what people call sexy these days but I've known him enough to certify him as the devil reincarnated rather than sexy. He was super drunk as usual so I got down to business. I bent down on the floor to clean up the mess slowly and carefully, making sure that I didn't wake him up. I was almost done and just when I was about to leave, I heard the sound of him clearing his throat which sent a shiver down my spine. Holy shit! Do I look up? What do I do? This doesn't happen.

“Why Doom? Why are you keep saying that?” He grabbed my hands and drew something on it. “You know why, right? I am no human.” “I can trust you, I know it. It’s not because of my guts this time or you being my savior but because you are my friend.” Doom.. “You’ll regret trusting me.” “I won’t! It’s my choice to trust you so I won’t have any regrets,” I confidently said. He mumbled something that I cannot clearly hear. “What are you saying?”

So much for a forbidden sex! I quickly pressed the red button and saved the video before tucking the device back into my pants. As I adjusted my frame, I heard the door clicked open and I nearly sighed. My legs were beginning to cramp in its awkward folded position and I was badly pressed. The door clicked open again and I initiated my extended vision, only to see Don Columbus leave the room. Delanxy was no where to be found too, so I thought it as my chance to continue my mission but immediately I flung the closet open, Don barged into the room, staring down at me with a smug smile. Bursted.

Laurel turns towards Jeremy again as he reaches for a different glass. “That's enough, J. Let's get out of here.” “Just a minute." Jeremy continues his scavenging act. Laurel turns again towards the door. The sound of approaching sirens fills the air as Laurel turns to him again. “Come on, let's get out of here.” The man quickly reaches under his counter, pulling out a shotgun. “Watch out," Jeremy screams. The sound of gunshot fills the air, deafening Laurel as she squats covering her ear. A scream escapes her lips as blood spatters against her face staining down till her jean short.

“No! I mean— yes, food, great— but first I have to show you something.” He raised a brow. “What?” “Just come with me, okay?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I grabbed his hand, tugged him up like an overexcited puppy, and ran. I led him all the way to my room and practically threw him into my chair while I booted up the screen. With a grin I couldn’t hold back, I clicked open the file labeled: “VANE: Deluxe Fuckboy Edition 🗃️💣” “I got everything.” I said breathlessly. “The DMs, the sketchy payments, the burner accounts, crypto trails, hotel logs, secret OnlyFans subscriptions— everything.”

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

Davian murmured weakly, a truly unhinged smile on his lips. Dewangga looked at Vivian, who was on the phone with the police. “Vivian! Get out! Now! This place is going to blow!” “What? What about you?” Vivian panicked. “Run! I’ll try to disable it! He’s holding the manual trigger!” Davian tightened his grip on Dewangga’s hand, his finger resting on the button. “Stay here… with me… Dewangga. Even in hell… you belong to me.”

His voice was low and husky. She brought her hand down, aiming for the target’s stomach. As she focused on the target, Axel's hands tightened around hers. "Now pull the trigger.” Rebecca's finger dragged back the trigger, and the gun fired. The recoil made her stumble back, but Axel's strong arms held her in place. "Good job," Axel whispered, his lips grazing her ear. The gun fell from her hands immediately. It was as if she got back to her senses. “What…what did I just do?” She was terrified, and couldn’t believe her eyes.