Italian Devil Novels & Stories

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).

I said, crossing my finger over my neck. "For God's sake, why did you do that?" She screamed and grabbed my shoulders. "You're crazy! That's why he's called Diavolo. No one makes a deal with the devil and wins. I tried, and now I've gotten you into all this. "I thought he said he was called the devil because of how many people he had killed." I joked.

Valerian's POV I am known to be ruthless. I am known to be a devil. Both by humans and vampires. I am often labeled as cold. As stern. As hard. I've lived hundreds of years in this lifetime and I already came to terms with that, that even I, myself believed that I am. I had to.

She flashes me another smile and adds "I think you're in my chair" And I think that I'm still unconscious because there's no way this is the woman they've dubbed La Diabla. Those two words translate to she devil. How evil does a woman have to be for the whole country to refer to her that way? The person in front of me is... No, it's impossible. Perhaps Fan's wife sent her to mess with me or this is a joke. Taking out my phone, I look up Catalina Ferrero. The first picture of her that pops up makes my stomach sink. It seems that she's been trending for the past few days. In the photo, she's covered in blood and the headline reads, "Mrs. Ferrero slaughters chicken for her guests during late hu

He nods, adjusting the rim of the glasses and turns to look out of the room through the window. To anyone else, Gio is the calm one— the saint in the room of Devils. They're so wrong. Underneath that calmness lies a demon in slumber. Gio doesn’t need a gun to kill. He erases people with just a keystroke. “Get your bitch to quiet it down, Luca. She sounds like a strangled fish.” Niccolo spits. Luca snorts, before pushing the girl off him. Her cheeks are tinted red and cum is still dripping down her lips.

his shouts of pain echoed in the closed warehouse. Soon enough, the Devil emerges from the blackness in the corners of the warehouse, an omen that devours all his path. He walks, his pitch-black leather shoes stained with blood. His trench coat takes shape, and his eyes glow with a storm of blue. “No… no!” the man begged, scooting himself away only to be blocked by the corpses in the room. “No! I wasn’t a part of this! I was only hired—“ “Killing yourself is a better mercy,” the Devil tells him.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

We need to talk about the man who owns you now. Victoria deleted the message, but she knew she would go. The devil had shown her his scars. And she was still choosing to stay in hell with him, anyways.