Italian Devil Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop

"My father is the king after all. I've spent my days in the palace, living a life of luxury." "Your father...is the king?" Dominik asked, a bewildered look, plastered on his face. "Yes, is that a problem?" Dominik went quiet for a while. "Have you heard of the devil alpha?" The name immediately rang a bell in my head. Over the year, there a known group of Lycans, led by the devil alpha. The devil alpha was known for his strength, power, and ruthlessness. I had heard my father discussing about it with Vera and from the way he spoke, he detested the devil alpha.

Of course they’d come crawling out now. “Who leads them?” I asked. “That’s the hard part,” Luca muttered. “No name. Just someone they call Il Burattinaio. The Puppeteer.” I exhaled through my nose. “Cute.” “Dangerous,” he corrected. “Men like that don’t appear unless a shift is coming.” A shift. Yeah. I felt it too. “Any movement from Marco?” I asked. “Not yet,” Luca said, scratching his jaw. “But men loyal to him have been asking questions. Quiet ones.”

“You think I’d like to be associated with such a nasty demon?” “Nasty demon?” Cloud demons hated being cursed, because they believed they were perfect. “You may look good on the outside but you're still a demon.” My voice lowered to a whisper. “A gruesomely disgusting demon feasting off souls just to maintain her fake looks!” I spat. Angered, she rushed to me, aiming the knife at my tattoo but I held her in place with my powers. The blade cut through my palm, dropping blood to the floor and the pain made me fling her across the room.

"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.

“Do you think he’s behind Michael’s disappearance?” “I don’t know what I’m thinking!” Vincent was so done with these people. Couldn’t they just answer like normal people? “I just want to know who this man is. What do you know about him?” “Vittorio Anthony Falsetti,” Ajax told him. “Also known as Diavolo, which means Devil. An American-Italian mafia gangster. The drug kingpin. And of course, a wanted criminal in more than fifty countries. He’s not the man you trifle with. He has got connections all over the world. Ever heard about the Five Families?” He raised an eyebrow.

Just then, a guy with curly hair dressed in a pink suit rushed in with another guy that was badly bruised. Aryan almost choked at the sight. “You look beautiful baby.” Mr. Dhanial said to the already half-dead person. “Forgive me boss, it was not intentional.” The guy pleaded. Aryan felt pity towards him but knew whatever it was, the guy was going to die. Just as he predicted, Mr. Dhanial gave the ruthless orders. “Put him in the grinding machine and sell his blood to Mr. Iglesias from Italy for ten million dollars.”

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.

Lorenzo - Fifteen-Year-Old They confined him in an isolated prison cell away from all others. Lorenzo Vitelli had become the most feared name throughout all of Italy. He was named the “Sicilian Devil” by the news channels and the common people. He told them all about every single murder he committed, the four dead bodies rotting away in the basement of his home and the murder of Officer Dario Coppola, that his wife had witnessed. He brazenly admitted to all of his deeds on record. Proudly proclaiming that he would relish the chance to commit the same misdeeds if presented with the opportunity.

Elena Shock, fear, surprise and every emotion in this world went through my body. I stood in the doorway and stared at him. Alessandro De Vercelli, the most powerful man in Northern Italy, the Devil of Vercelli, was standing in front of my room at nearly midnight, drunk and disheveled and barely able to stand. His robe was crooked and his chest was bare and his hair was wild around his face and his grey eyes were unfocused and red-rimmed. He looked nothing like the cold, controlled Don who sat at the head of the meeting table every morning. He looked like a man who had fallen apart and forgotten how to put himself back together.