Nier Devola Novels & Stories

Not until yesterday, she hated him more. “I actually have something from the CIA that would definitely take your mind off the jerk that you married and the amazing part is that it’s a long term kind of project.” Medea filled her in and Chloe nodded before she grabbed the file that she was stretching to her. She opened the file and one name stood out, Alessandro Russo.

added Naledi for emphasis. Abeni looked at them puzzled. "You seriously don't know who he is?" asked Camillie in disbelief. "No..." said Abeni, shaking her head. "He's the richest bachelor in New York!" explained Naledi eagerly. "Okay...." said Abeni slowly, taking it in. "That explains why he loaned money to my dad...but is there anything else I need to know about him?" The girls exchanged knowing looks that unsettled Abeni even more. "Guys, you're scaring me..." said Abeni nervously.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

(Legion POV) I decide to meet Davian at the Flame dinner on 58th and 9th avenue in Manhattan. It’s not too far from Levi live but still a good distance for me to travel. I heard a lot of good things about this place from friends, like them having pretty good food. I get there to see that he was already there and pretty much has been here for a while waiting for me. He sat at a table close to the door, with his food already on the table. He wore a plain black button up shirt, and black rip jeans. His long dirty blonde hair was tied back to reveal that he had some ear buds in. Wearing dark sunglasses as he stares into his phone making everyone around him think he’s not paying attention to what

He suddenly announced and my eyes flew open in shock. "Okay, okay, okay," I chanted and took steps away from him until my back met the door then pointed at him. "Firstly, my name is Athena Faris, not noisemaker. Secondly, I know who you are perfectly, I know how evil, ruthless, heartless and powerful you are but it doesn't mean that you have power over me.." I paused with a scoff seeing his stoic expression. "You have no power over me and you will never have any power over me." I continued, turned to the door and held the handle. "You have been unconscious for seven hours, noisemaker, and you are already in my pack." He unexpectedly revealed blasting shock into my brain.

I've been unable to say anything throughout the last twenty minutes that they have been talking. "So you're trying to say... that you... the most innocent cheerful girl in New York met... Alessandro Vito Lombardi... The Alessandro Vito Lombardi... The arrogant Alessandro Vito Lombardi. The billionaire Alessandro - " Lucas stated after repeating what I had just said what seemed like an infinite number of times. He's somehow still going on. "Yes, that Alessandro Vito Lombardi." Abbey said frustratedly through the phone, from hearing Lucas go on and on.

Abigail and Nicholas stepped of the plane in Los Angeles and got a car. She put the address that Alaina sent her into the GPS and headed to the house. She was glad that Alaina was getting Arianna out of Devils Lake but she wasn’t happy that Alaina was going back. But Alaina needed to handle this situation, and if Alaina couldn’t, she would. She won’t take any chances when it came to her sisters.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

asked Devota in his typical flat accent. Enne looked awkward, the problem was that she didn't know where the man was either, no more precisely Enne didn't want to see the man out of embarrassment. Realizing Enne's hesitation, Devota intended to retreat. "What's your name?" Enne reflexively asked. Enne wasn't sure, but she felt that the man before her was different from the other workers in the Altair house. "Devota, Miss," Devota replied simply. "Ah, my name is-"