Italian Devil Novels & Stories

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.

His calm, handsome face deceived so many people who don't know about him, but everyone knows what he's capable of doing, and that alone was the reason why she was so scared. If there's one thing every adult, celebrity and gang leader in Rome should do, it's never to cross Dante Moretti. That man is a Devil recarnation. The mafia world has been turned upside down ever since he stepped away from that bar. Being an ex-convict didn't ruin his name; instead, it added so much dangerous knight to his name. She wouldn't have minded if they had succeeded because that girl took everything she wanted from her in a blink of an eye.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

Dio (God)… the hatred in them could burn an entire city to the ground. “Nikita!” Valentino’s voice thundered from behind her, filled with rage and warning. “Touch a single strand of her hair and I will show you exactly why they call me Il Diavolo di Milano (The Devil of Milan)!” She did not even turn to look at him. Instead, she smirked. “Is the Devil of Milan in the room with us?” she taunted, giggling lazily. My breath caught as her hand slid from my face to my chin, then slowly down to my neck.

“Who are you?” “Let’s get you settled before I tell you who I am,” he said. I shook my head. “No.” My voice was hoarse from crying too much as I spoke. “Tell me, now. Please.” He sighed. “Lazzaro Visconti.” My already sore eyes widened, and my body began to tremble as I recoiled. No. Please. No. Lazzaro Visconti. The devil himself. He was said to have killed his wife after she bore twins for him. He was the most ruthless of them all, and above that, the Visconti family had a decade-long beef with my family—the Martelli family.

I looked up at him from where I was sitted, a smile on my face “Are you going to kill me?” Elan asked and I burst into laughter “I am not going to kill you” I said slowly, I don't go around killing people for no good reason “But.. you are the devil, the devil from the blood moon pack” “Some call me the devil, some call me the ripper, some call me a mad man but I personally, I prefer the Del Monté devil”

"You! Who betrayed the kingdom! Kill her!" When the devils they called is in front of them now! The devils wore chains and hard vest. They are coloured in red! They had horns, tails, and tattoos all over their body. And so run they ran at Luis Park and the company. "Butt!" "Yes, master!" Butt replied. Then Butt move fastly! And spin to stop the upcoming devils. "Echolocation!" Butt floats and howled an ear-piercing sound.

The huge thing spun free before my eyes. I don't understand how this fucking thing goes inside me? I felt so humiliated. His fingers pinched my cheeks as he forced me to look up at him. He leaned toward me with the same dark expression that will scare you as well as raise the curious desire inside you. So confusing! The scar on his face twitched a little as the corner of his lips curved a bit. "Suck it, Il mio bel diavolo." (My beautiful devil).