Italian For Devil Novels & Stories

From up here, the city glowed like a wound—fires smoldering, broken glass glittering, and the cries of the desperate echoing into the dark. Behind her, Dante’s footsteps were measured, deliberate, like a predator stalking the silence. He had grown quieter in recent weeks, his rage contained but seething like a furnace beneath the surface. The attack two nights ago had proven what they both already knew: there was someone else moving pieces against them. Someone smarter, colder, and more patient than Lorenzo had ever been. Amara didn’t turn when Dante finally spoke. “They call him Il Diavolo,” Dante said, his voice like gravel. “The Devil. An old ghost. I thought he was buried years ago, but

A thrill ran through me because to be fair, he did look like a boss to me. “Yes, the boss. Some people call him the devil, some go the foreign language route and call him diavolo which is Italian for devil. That should clue you in that he has Italian heritage hence his name, Luca Barone.” “Luca?” I giggled before I could stop myself. “Would you like to explain to me what's so funny, Miss Nova?” I swiftly clamped my lips in silence, and shook my head negatively. “I guessed so. Please refrain from interrupting me unnecessarily.”

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.

(I told you that the Italians wouldn't work with you. I was sitting in my office sulking over losing another opportunity to expand the business and make more money. I had just heard about how the Italians I sought to work with were now working with Adam. How did that man attract so many business partners? Most importantly, what kind of name was The Devil Dog? That sounded so stupid. "No hay necesidad de lanzar eso en mi cara." (There's no need to throw that in my face.) "Lorenzo, ¡necesitas crecer! Empiece a trabajar más en la construcción de alianzas."

She stuttered angrily and Alcina lost her temper, ‘Dio ha lasciato questa Casa anni fa, il male vive qui e voi siete la personificazione del Diavolo. Ero un bambino qui e tu hai reso la mia vita un inferno, ora fai le valigie e vattene.’ [God left this House years ago, evil lives here and you are the personification of the Devil. I was a child here and you made my life hell, now get your things packed and get out.]

Circle" in French, and it's straightforward. But when you combine the Morning Star (Lucifer) Circle, you get "Circle of Lucifer" or "Circle of the Devil," She paused and stared into space. "Diablo is a Spanish word for devil. Circulo means circle. So, instead of just naming it Circle of Lucifer, they decided on a more unique way to say it. Not in French this time." A chill ran down my spine. "The devil's circle?" I whispered, trying to make sense of it. "And Lisa... she's part of this?"

“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.

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.

❧ Lorenzo ☙ Today I woke up quite positive, I made love to my wife, I had her in my arms and I took her the only way I know how, wildly and intensely, I can't deny the joy and satisfaction I felt , when I heard Fiorella screaming my name so many times. Not for nothing they call me the Italian Devil, I know perfectly how to make a woman enjoy and my beautiful principessa, is an open book for me, I know what part of her body to go through until she comes with my caresses over and over again.

he glanced at the two men. “El Diablo?” The brother asked looking at his brother, “hey, isn’t that the Spanish way of saying The Devil?” he looked back at Lucian who was smiling now. “Josh,” the husband called, fear visible on his face now, “Josh, he-he-he is-is…” he gulped, taking a step back, his eyes never leaving Lucian who was still sitting cross legged on the sofa. “What is it, Luca?” Josh asked, wondering why his brother was acting like that, “what’s wrong with you?”