Highschool Dxd Fanfiction Si Devil Heir นิยาย & เรื่องราว

If she wanted to set free, she neeed to sprinkle their drink with the thing someone offer to her. Unfortunately at the last moment, their adopted son caught her. In Ha was too scared to do it and runs away. Thoughts of the people she left behind have never crossed her mind since. Her eyes returned to the man across from her. If they didn't meet under special circumstances, would she be able to calmly accept her past appearance? In Ha didn't think so. But their interaction while they were in the dream made In Ha lower her guard toward him. That fact would not change. Yes. The boy was Arthur. She didn't understand, why would he be that boy who became the Uncle-Long-Leg*?

She learns that in this world, those you think that is the angel and wearing the face of one is in truth are the worst kind of a devil. “No!” She screams until her throat hurts, yet no one will hear her as no one even knew that she exists. To the perfect plan he concocted, the things he prepares ahead of time without a mess and even a slight fault that will lead everything to him. He smiles then giggles, as he ends it with a satisfied devil’s laugh, to which he calls. “The child within you will be my doll. A chimera and someone who will lead me to have the first key.”

He yelled. "Tsk tsk tsk…I think that is rather insulting. I was never an angel, and I am not the devil, I am worse. Heaven does not want me, and hell is afraid I will take over. Besides, the devil wears Prada and I wear Chanel. Better taste, do you not think so?” I said in a calm tone smirking at him. "Now get out before I turn mummy dearest into a widow." I smiled at him as I opened the door and gestured for him to leave then proceeded to shut the door in his face.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

Give me half an hour. Lexi waited again, but Alexander never arrived. She tried to call Evan Jenkins to assess the situation, but there was no answer! She contemplated going up to the rooftop, but the possibility of Alexander arriving also crossed her mind. She gave him another half an hour, and when Alexander never showed up, she changed into her formal clothes and visited the rooftop. Lexi’s eyes scanned the entire venue, but she did not find Alexander. Nor did she see The Devil. She asked one man who conveniently offered the information, suggesting that Alexander had left just minutes ago and appeared to be in a hurry.

“You talk a lot.” “You’re so mean.” I pouted before a genius idea popped into my mind. “You know what? We should be best friends because you’re marrying my best friend. We should all be best friends together!” I couldn't contain my excitement and hugged him tightly with a big smile on my face. “Althaia.” The familiar voice of the Devil spoke, making me turn around to look at him. “Oh, look who came over, Tank Man. It’s il Diavolo.” I giggled.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

He'd win anyways. " I won't work on this plan until I get a full proof plan to survive, of coarse after winning. I don't want my fruit to be passed to my cousin, Brandon or someone else." I say after debating with myself. "There's no war ever fought without a sacrifice, Hunter. You may rule this empire after you defeat the Inferno Morto, the organization sitting on the apex of this mafia world for decades." He stands up from his chair and rounds his way to the mini bar. Pouring himself a glass of neat gin, he tilts his head to pass me a wary look," In case, you die fighting for this power game, I want you to make sure you leave an heir behind you, a male heir, who has to continue our bloodli