Sparda Sin Devil Trigger Novels & Stories

She sat at her desk, filing her nails. "You guessed right," I replied, resting my elbows on the table. "What's the urgency?" Alessa stopped filing her nails and looked at me attentively. "I found out their names," she said. I raised my eyebrows, wondering how she figured it out so quickly. She continued when she saw my confusion. "The new boys, the blond one is called Basael, the redhead is Kanael, and the dark-haired one is Afael. Isn't it weird? Everything ends with 'ael.'"

A ruthless underworld heir and a disgraced investigative journalist are forced into a fake engagement that ignites a dangerous, all-consuming passion. Their love is tested by betrayal, power struggles, and a conspiracy that threatens to destroy them both.

“Oh, sweetheart. That’s not how this works. You think I believe that? You think if I let you go, Zayden won’t destroy the whole world to find you? No, darling. You have to die.” With a sudden flick of her wrist, Nina raised the gun and fired— BANG! The sound echoed in the empty warehouse. Hema flinched, shutting her eyes, waiting for the pain to consume her. But there was none . She hesitantly opened her eyes. The bullet had hit the rooftop, leaving a gaping hole in the metal sheet. It was a warning. Nina smirked. “That was just a trailer. The next one will be between your eyes.” She leaned forward, her lips curling into a twisted grin. “But hey, I’m generous. Any last wish?”

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.

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.

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

I tried again, but he held my hand and soon I found myself on the ground. “Have you forgotten who trained you?” While he was still speaking, a bullet hit his arm. Salvatore winced in pain as she looked up to Dante, the culprit. I watched as the one I called my boss grabbed his pistol, pushing me to the floor. Dante chuckled. “Pistols aside. Fight with your bare hands.” Salvatore glanced at his bleeding arm, but he did not mind Soon, the two were engaged in a fierce battle and I watched as Dante dominated the mini field with his aura and fighting skills. Salvatore was nowhere near his abilities.

Timer froze at 00:03 Charges disarmed. Signal burst; canceled. The room went silent. I exhaled, shaking only now that it was over. “Nice try,” I whispered to the absent architects of the trap. My comms struggled back to life as I climbed to the upper control floor. “Elara... ...respond,” Dominic’s voice cut through static, tight, controlled, strained at the edges. “I’m here,” I said. A breath; audible, released. “Status.” “Charges neutralized. It was a biometric trigger amplifier.”

“Because I decide when you get to fall apart… and today, you don’t.” She sank back against the seat, sulking in silence, the sharp ache between her thighs making her bite her lip. In that moment, the thought that had haunted her since meeting him: Is Lucian worse than the devil? vanished entirely. Because now she knew the truth. The devil might tempt. But Lucian Devlin denied. ---- Serena POV

“Well I've never seen beauty quite like that. The deal is yours, Diavolo. I'll even add an extra five hundred million dollars for it to become a billion dollar deal.” “Whats the catch?” “I want the girl.” My stomach flipped as I saw the devil cosplayer rise to his feet. He said something I wasn't fast enough to catch, but on closer inspection, I realized he was talking into the plug he had on. The curtain began to close. I was helped out of the glass. Before I could blink, everyone backstage had disappeared. I heard footsteps behind me and on turning, I saw the devil. “Well played.’’ He clapped. “You can’t sell me!’’ I blurted in panic.