Nightmare Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

Darina screamed with his eyes closed as he try to control the devil inside him. "What is wrong with you please make love to me I have missed your touch" she raised his hand and placed it on her b*obs. "Go Lucy just leave me" he yelled again trying to control himself. "This is not..." She pause in shock when Darian's growl become louder he opened his eyes and her eyes met with his red eyes, which send fear down her spine. "The devil's eyes" she called weakly and with all her strength she pulled away from Darian as she made her way towards the door.

Scars looked exactly like what he was: a man built equally for violence and authority, his heavily scarred face and hulking frame carrying enough weight inside the Road Devils that entire rooms shifted instinctively around him. “On it,” Cole said, automatically switching on his normal good cheer. “Consider one riot halted – though I can’t guarantee what happens with any others.” He grabbed two pitchers and filled them simultaneously while Scars leaned against the counter briefly, surveying the packed room. “Busy as hell tonight,” Cole commented, setting both pitchers down. “Maybe we should have had all the girls waitressing tonight, not just three of them.” “Yeah, well.” Scars grinned. “An e

The person entered without waiting for his response. “Makayla.” She was wearing a black see through panties and a matching black bra, her shirt in her hand. She plopped down on his bed, with a shaky voice she spoke. “I had a bad dream.” She blinked back tears. “I don’t remember much but I remember me sitting in front of a car coughing out blood and it was blurry.” she covered her face in her palm and cried. Knox didn’t know how to console her. He kept mute watching her cry.

Decker said with red eyes and a pissed-off voice. “Yes, but the plan was to get money, not...” “I am sorry, Mike. She didn’t sleep for two nights because she was getting haunted dreams about what you people did to her.” Decker stood up as he stuffed his gun into his pocket. “Please, forgive me,” “Don’t ask me forgiveness. I am not GOD. I am the Devil, and the Devil never forgives.” He took a knife and made minor cuts in his hand, slowly letting the blood ooze out.

As if a silent message, a understanding drawn between them. His men followed, shadows gliding across the floor. The devil had been unleashed. The sixtieth floor was seconds away from becoming a battlefield. Damon’s wrath was a storm waiting to break. Annaida’s madness, Andrei’s cruelty, Davina’s desperation — all converged into a single moment. And when Damon struck, the world would remember why he was feared. The devil of the underworld was about to paint Knight Tower in blood.

Dear Nicole, You may think that you can run from me but you are wrong Cole. even if you still think so, You can run as much as you can but you can never hide from me. even if you are hiding deep beneath the core of this world, I'll dig up and find you, princess. You just can't leave behind the world you belong to. you can't escape from me, I'll drag you straight back to hell darling. meet you soon Cole. Your sexy bastard, Devil I knew that I was looking at the catastrophe that has hit my life.

beast devil demon monster all creature's combination wad River . 💀the River Romano💀 They stopped in front of a show room...he hold her and went in the show room...her eyes were pluffy...face were pluffy...all were staring at her...but she didnt feel anything...she just stared blankly...she was now a lifeless creature...she had no dream now....because all were shatttared in some moment ago....... River's pov Now we were in the show room..agrhhhh she was crying too much. .i just wanted to slap those preety cheeks of hers...because I told her not to cry....

Daniela's POV A black card with my name on it. That was what I had been playing with for the past five minutes, with a huge smile on my face. Funny, because no one should be happy their worst enemy had done something nice. A gift alone should be an alert to tread carefully. And yeah, I should also be worried about other things; like how this man always had access to my room and was clearly in here when I was asleep, or probably even lamenting over the very graphic and gory nightmare I had just a few hours ago about Alexander drowning me in his pool.

“Give me everything, little moon. Ruin me.” She laughed—low, filthy, triumphant—and rolled her hips in a slow, grinding circle that dragged my swollen knot against her rim from the inside. The sensation was pure torture; pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. The Devil Alpha—three-hundred-and-fifty-year-old firstborn of Lucifer himself—was getting thoroughly, shamelessly fucked by his Luna.