Music Devil May Cry 5 Novels & Stories

So no matter how hard I tried to win you, you never touched me. "Well, congratulations. You're free now." With that, I shut off my phone, leaned back in my seat in exhaustion, and drifted off to sleep. … Meanwhile, in Moon Goddess Church, Alaric surveyed the final decorations with a rare mix of tension and anticipation in his chest. Five years ago, he owed me a proper mating ceremony, courtesy of his mysophobia. He knew I had endured my fair share of hardship for the past five years. He'd planned to use our fifth anniversary as a chance to gather the pack and crown me as his only Luna in a grand mating ceremony everyone would remember.

I supposed I will die from blood loss in five minutes according to one article that I have read. Suddenly, a familiar feeling crept into my veins. I can no longer hear the insane cackles of my aunt. The blood stopped gushing from my wound. It felt like time froze again, and it only means one thing. “D-doom…” I faintly whispered under my breath. “Open your eyes. It's not yet your time.” Did I hear it correctly? It's Doom's voice right? Did he come to save me again? I opened my eyes, and I was greeted by his crimson orbs.

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”

He turned his head looking at me before speaking again. "You aren't the one who kissed the devil little one, I am the one who kissed the devil. I am the one who sold his soul to the devil." He said in a tired voice. "Were you in much pain?" I asked, not taking my eyes off him even though tears kept running down my face. "I don't feel pain anymore. I've become numb." He stared at the ceiling again. I stood on my elbow so I could be the one he watched instead of the ceiling.

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

Elara slowly lowered her rifle. “Well,” she said. “That’s convenient.” Dominic’s expression remained focused as he watched the terminal screen. “Temporary.” Outside the server chamber, bullets ricocheted off steel pillars and shattered old glass panels. Men shouted orders. Someone screamed. The terminal had turned into a battlefield. Elara leaned casually against the wall beside the doorway and listened. “You think they even realize we’re still here?” Dominic typed another command. “They will.” “When?” “When one of them wins.” She sighed.

He came on top of her and moved her legs apart. Swiftly, he thrust into her. He continued to ride her until she came, shrieking out his name.

One man had his shoulder dislocated and still tried to keep fighting until Bernard pulled him out. By the time the fifth group finished, the air was thick with the smell of sweat and blood. The five group winners stood in a line, bruised, bloody, and exhausted. But they still had to fight each other. Vito watched everything with cold eyes, arms crossed. The semi-finals were even uglier. Marco made it to the final round, but the man who finally beat him was a lean, fast fighter named Rico. Rico was breathing hard, one eye already swelling shut, but he stood tall when he stepped in front of Vito.

"I fucking hate you" He didn't even seem fazed by my little outburst. Just stared at me like I was boring. "I haven't even started Matilda, you can't break already, that would be fucking boring" I was starting to realize why they called him the devil. His eyes spoke of torture and for the first time, I was truly scared of what he might do to me. A notification cut through the silence. His phone. He glanced at it once. Then his expression shifted slightly. Not emotionally, Just focused now.

"In time, dear Indra, in time. You’ll see, I'm not like everyone else. Once I'm done with you, you'll do whatever I want." Indra smiles. "Do you really think you can beat me? You already know I'm the devil's daughter, don't you?" "Without a doubt. I know your weaknesses better than you do." "I don't have any weaknesses." The man laughs. "That's exactly what I expected you to say. But we all have our Achilles heel. You are no exception." Indra can swear she hears the man licking his lips. "Just dare to treat me like a little girl," she replies, trying to get up, but the chain is too short and pulls at her grazed wrist’s making them sting painfully.