Tommy Devito Deadliest Fiction Novels & Stories

Some middle-aged guy broke into a woman's apartment in the middle of the night, tortured her to death, and then dove off the thirteenth-floor balcony. It was nasty enough to have the whole office buzzing. By dinner time, the police released the names: Julian and Lily. I raised an eyebrow. Nice. Supposed they finally got their 'happily ever after.'

I smile sadly and stand up then my phone beeps with a message. “Initiate” my jaw becomes hard but my revenge must be done. ************** “Come in” a girl says as I walk into the dangerous home of the one and only Isabella Morretti. I have heard rumors of the black rose that runs the drug world single handedly and deadly. She doesn't have mercy or compassion, so when I saw her at the party I couldn't help but stare because she was just as deadly as she was attractive. “Thank you”, I subtly look around and notice how simple and welcoming her home is, you'll never think she's a drug Lord, “I'm guessing you're not Isabella?”

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA POV They say that the devil wears Prada. But the devil standing before me was dressed in leather. As we exited the cold, damp room, we were greeted by a sight I would never forget. “Damien. ” Luca growled, keeping me close to him.

"I wondered if I'd screwed up, giving the wrong address, or if I just wasn't a worthy mom. Later, you blamed me, and everyone else believed it was my fault. I internalized the guilt, convinced I'd caused his death. We divorced, and I hollowed out until your wedding invite hit." His pupils dilated in horror. "What invite? I've never..." I raised a hand, cutting off his frantic denial. "The bride was Tessa, her voice matching that of the dragging dispatcher. I realized then it was no mishap, but murder. Her warped obsession killed Wesley and demolished us. I shattered, fleeing into a train's path..." I trailed off, but my quivering voice implied the rest. Chris's hand extended shakily but retr

"The first victim, Luigi, was strangled with high-voltage wire, his tongue torn out. The family's signature punishment for a 'big mouth.'" "The second, Mario, was filled with seven gallons of cement and thrown into the Hudson. A standard 'swimming lesson.'" ... I recounted the confidential details of all ten deaths flawlessly, my voice unhurried and composed. I even knew details the FBI's own autopsy reports had missed. A young agent's coffee cup shattered on the floor. His voice trembled. "This is all classified. It's from the FBI files. There's no way you could know this!" I shrugged, my expression a mask of innocence.

“True enough. Gavin and Fitzy coming?” Fitzy-Mike Fitzgerald—is an MD at Utica General Hospital and Gavin Patchett is a mid-list genre novelist turned high school English teacher who only recently started writing again, releasing a collection of short stories through a small publisher titled Things Slip Through. We all met through Gavin. Several years ago one of his students was involved in a shooting. I was the first officer on the scene. Fitzy treated the shooter at the hospital. Father Ward counseled her before she went to The Riverdale Center downstate for treatment. Through that tragedy bonds of tentative friendship formed. We began meeting regularly and soon Poker Tuesdays became a mai

The man looked up to her for a moment before taking his last breath, he died with open eyes. The blade was forged in heavenly fire and it punishes the deserving, a voice inside her said as she looked down on the body. Viktor transformed himself back into a large serpent. He hissed as the gray wolf landed in front of him. Viktor doged sideways and quickly wrapped the wolf with his long sleek body. The gray wolf cried in pain and bit Viktor's tail. Viktor hissed a cry and bit the wolf's neck. They were bitting each other and Viktor tighten his wrap around the wolf and a rush of blood came out pouring from its neck. The wolf muffled a cry just as Viktor broke off and the wolf fell to the ground

Ruby looked at Dakota one last time before leaving. The hotel had to be closed for weeks. More than ten dead bodies were found in the hotel. Everyone in the engagement party of Olivia and Theodore were shot dead. Dead Soul was officially gone. But Blood Trouble was not able to enjoy their spot as the most powerful gang in Flyve City as they were later found guilty for almost all of their crimes due to an anonymous report that contained all of the evidences for their crimes. Flyve City was still Flyve City even after everything that happened as everyone eventually moved on.

It left me wondering what kind of upbringing Damiano that had could lead to such a detachment of his emotions and kill without remorse. My heart sank as I pictured a young Damiano with that same cold, distant expression I had seen. An innocent child with no other choice than to become a cold-blooded murder. He was a Devil and any person with a bit of common sense knew to stay hundreds of miles away from a person like him. Yet I went to him for comfort and protection. Did that make me naïve or just plain stupid? I haven’t decided yet. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep in the tub, and when I woke up, the water had turned cold, the bubbles had vanished, and my fingers were all shriveled up.

He was so attractive! Groaning, knowing I'd never be more than just his best friend's young daughter, I logged off Facebook and put my laptop away. I put my phone on silent and set it down on the bedside table next to me. I didn't want any distractions while I relaxed before dinner. Maybe I'll watch something, but what? Scrolling through the options in my head; Scream? No. Pretty Little Liars? No... hmm, Salem? YES!! I loved Salem, it was so dark but at the same time AMAZING!... and quite s*xual.