Nero Dmc Devil Trigger Novels & Stories

I didn’t even have time to think before the trigger clicked. A sharp sting hit me in the stomach, and my breath hitched. I staggered backward, a strange coldness spreading through my veins. I looked down, dazed, and saw a thin metal dart jutting out just above my ribs. My lips parted just as the world began tilting sideways. “A… dart?” I whispered. Then everything went black. **** “Thea! Thea, wake up!” The voice sounded muffled, like I was underwater. My eyelids felt like stone, but I managed to pry them open. Light flooded in, blinding me temporarily. I groaned and blinked until my vision finally came into focus.

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.

"You have exactly three seconds after the snap to identify the trigger and make the adjustment. Are you going to keep staring at the grass, or are you going to move the line?" Dante looked up from the sheet, his dark eyes completely calm, focused, and unyielding. The heavy, suffocating pressure that had governed his entire career under his father's corporate shadow was entirely gone. He wasn't playing to protect a family trust anymore, and he wasn't running from a trap. He was just a quarterback, standing on a clean field, looking at a defensive scheme he already knew how to decode in his sleep. "I see the trigger," Dante said simply, his voice a low, level rumble that carried across the ent

I could not see his face since I backed him, but I knew he was amused at my action. Just then, I felt a hit on my neck. My body shook and I felt my eyes close. Dante let go of me and my body approached the floor in an instant. However before my eyes closed, I caught sight of the cut on his neck, a straight, but not deep mark. Then I fell unconscious. One thing was certain as my mind blacked out; I had never missed before, but this time, I had failed. *** SALVATORE’S POV The door opened at my answer. A man walked in, one of my right hand man and trusted fellow, Marco.

He was a mafia boss and a devil- nothing more than that. I had barely taken two steps into the reception after him when the door opened again and the driver guy appeared. The only difference between his outfit and the devil’s was his navy blue suit. His black hair was held back in a small bun, which was odd, considering his harsh expression. As he walked past me, I saw that he was a bit taller than my dad but not as tall as his boss. He was around Jason’s 6.1” height. How tall is this devil?

Out of sight, out of mind, they said although it wasn’t right now. He would fill me up so good though… He reached down, grabbed my face and raised me to my feet. He cocked his head at the mess he found there and smirked. Then he moved his hand and smeared his cum all over my face. My lips fell open even before his fingers come near them. I’d begun to be able to keep eye contact with him and I did then as he out two coated fingers into my mouth and pressed them down. The taste of Leonardo exploded on my tongue and I moaned around his fingers. I swallowed, my tongue brushing against his fingers still in my mouth, my face flitting away.

Ha‍nnah sta⁠red⁠ a‍t‌ the wall w‍ithout say⁠ing‌ any word. “I won't repeat‍ mys⁠elf,‌ w‌ho sent you?” “Just click it,” s⁠he spat out. “Fine.” The sou‍n⁠d of the gun ec‌hoed through the room and she collapsed. The sound jumped int‍o my chest, and m⁠y‍ body sud‍denly moved. I hit my hand over m⁠y mouth to hold back a scream‌. My elbow suddenly hit a metal mop that ‍ leaned ag‌ainst‌ the crates.

When I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to take anymore that’s when we heard the door opening up to Legion and Levi. “Angel, we’re going to need to talk to you on what just happened and I’m hoping that you can explain it further to us on how you got involved with the Burning Devils MC.” “No, I don’t want to talk about them.” I can’t believe this is happening to me. Am I needing to run from them again or is Pyro finally going to get what he wants? I’m not thinking that they were going to help me in this. “Well, are you then wanting to return to the Burning Devils?”

Real smooth. He is what people call sexy these days but I've known him enough to certify him as the devil reincarnated rather than sexy. He was super drunk as usual so I got down to business. I bent down on the floor to clean up the mess slowly and carefully, making sure that I didn't wake him up. I was almost done and just when I was about to leave, I heard the sound of him clearing his throat which sent a shiver down my spine. Holy shit! Do I look up? What do I do? This doesn't happen.

CHAPTER 2: The Leaked Videos. (Vincenzo’s POV) Last night, I was upstairs in the VIP lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey that had long since lost its burn. The lights were dim, the air saturated with perfume, lies, and secrets. The waitress had brought me my drink, but my mood was already poisoned. All I could think about was that girl... the one who dared to yell at me outside like I was some street rat. "Are you blind?" she’d said.