Trish Devil May Cry 2 Novels & Stories

Her legs moved further and it stopped suddenly in between my legs. "You better be ready to accept the consequences. You brought that upon yourself." I threatened her but she wasn't bothered by my threats at all. I signaled the waitress and she brought our check within a minute. I paid and grabbed Delilah from the wrist and dragged her out of the restaurant. The driver was already waiting for me, so I pushed her in the backseat of the car harshly. Her short black dress rode up till her a** and gave me a good view of what is under it. I licked my lips and cursed. She was going commando.

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop

"200 years after you died, I was tired of waiting for you. I searched for you on land and on air but I couldn't find you. I came into the water when I stumbled on my long lost brother, Rex." At that stage, she looked up to me in shock. "R-rex is your... He's your brother." I made a nod. "When a brother becomes the devil, the other either dies or becomes one himself. He had a choice so he made it. He was in search of a black diamond and in the process, he came across the overthrowned sea devil. I was there to save him but an uncompleted deal had been hanging in our minds." "Tell me why you did that to that girl."

The corner of his lips tugged upwards as he gazed at her shivering form. “I was planning on dragging you but you came in the Devil’s den yourself, Angel.” *****

Just being in the same area as her had my blood on fire. I could tell she was enthralled with the band as so many before her. After the concert I had made sure she would find band promotions anyway I could. Fliers, emails, social media. The first time I saw her in a Devil’s Night t-shirt I knew she was hooked. She was mine and soon she would know it too. Her name is Synestra Simmons and little does she know she holds the fate of the world in her hands.

“What do you want from here, Pyro?” “Wow, right to the point. I’m looking for this girl right here that I found out by one of the females here that she’s going by the name Angel here.” I looked at the picture to see that indeed it was Angel, but why is he looking for her. “What do you want with her?” “She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I want her back right now or things are going to get hot in here.” I looked to Levi to single to him that I need to speak to him alone.

Luckily she got a wooden stick just a small one to defend herself from them as she warned them not to come closer. "Enjoying with the men here? Huh?" She heard a familiar voice whispering dangerously close to her ear making her face to turn pale. The guy earlier yelped in pain and fell on the floor after a few seconds just like that. She saw the man whom she despised giving a few powerful punches to the three men earlier. Tristan Sanchez . Her knees went weak as she plopped down on the ground weakly and coughed blood clutching onto her stomach. The three of them fell on the ground with a few bruises on their body's as Tristan dusted off his hands. Amara saw his black shoes infront of her as

" She pulled the slices from her eyes and looked around. "It's ok, I got it." Trish said and dropped her robe on the chair as she stood. She still had her bikini on but her shoes were upstairs. She ran barefoot through the spa and out through the lobby towards the beach. The rain began to soften the mud on her face and it ran down into her eyes and stung. She stopped when she reached the edge of the property and used the shower to quickly scrub her forehead clean. She shook her hands clean and wiped the water from her eyes. As she opened them she caught a flash of motion then a fist struck her in the temple. She crumpled to the ground stunned. She felt herself being roughly tugged off the pa

Lisbeth cursed under her breath, dropping the sniper and pulling a second pistol, firing two rapid rounds that kicked him back. Ayra’s hands shook, but not with fear. She steadied her SMG, tracking George as he recovered. “Lucian—now!” she shouted. Lucian understood instantly. He vaulted onto a pile of debris, fired a perfect headshot into the nearest henchman, then pivoted toward George as he approached Ayra. Their movements synced—her suppressive fire keeping him occupied, his precise strikes carving a path through the chaos. George roared, swiping at Ayra with one hand, swinging a revolver with the other. She ducked, rolling under his strike, then rose in a fluid motion, raising her weapo

Candice's POV "What?!" Trisha exclaimed, almost spitting her cappuccino in my face. "Hush, calm down Trish," I said to her as I looked around the strip club, ensuring that no one was eavesdropping on us. "What do you mean by calm down, Candice? That I should frame Devon up? Are you kidding me right now?" She literally yelled at me. "You're not really framing him up, Trish," I replied.