Vergil Devil May Cry 2 Novels & Stories

After my husband topped the wealth rankings, he hired his first love as his personal housekeeper at a high salary. “Quincy, you hail from humble beginnings. I don’t want you embarrassing me in high society, so I specifically brought in Vivian to teach you the rules. From now on, everything you do must be reported to her for approval.” From that moment on, in public, I was the glamorous Mrs. Lane. However, behind closed doors, to even enjoy simple marital moments with my husband I had to write a thousand-word application seeking Vivian’s approval. Then, my adoptive father had a heart attack. I dropped to my knees, begging her to transfer me five hundred thousand dollars. She laughed coldly. “What kind of surgery costs half a million? Stop making excuses to pad your family’s finances.” “This isn’t a small sum. Write a 10,000-word application, and this time it’s denied.” Rage coursed through me, my body trembling uncontrollably as I spun toward Tyler and fell to my knees, begging him to save my father’s life. There wasn’t even a flicker of emotion on his face. “Vivian did nothing wrong. I know you’re still clinging to your old poor habits even after getting rich, but my money doesn’t grow on trees.” “This time, your father’s medical treatment will be put on hold as a lesson. Next time, don’t blame me if he’s kicked out of the VIP ward.” In the end, my adoptive father died on the operating table due to the delay in treatment. Completely disheartened, I finally asked Tyler for a divorce.

In two steps he was on her, yanking her up straight and turning her around to face the wall. She gasped at the change in dynamic: her teasing and taunting were shoved roughly to one side and now he was in full and total control. Jo trembled as he dropped a slow, sexy kiss on her right shoulder, then lightly nipped her soft skin before moving his mouth to her ear. “Don’t you move, angel,” he murmured. “Keep facing forward.” **** Jolene Angeles is fresh out of a nightmare marriage and parked at a roadside biker bar hunting for one thing: Mr. Right Now. In a few days, she’ll have a new job, a new city, a new life, and a single, forgettable one-night stand feels like the perfect way to burn the past down. Then she meets Zeke. Silver-eyed, dangerous. Exactly the kind of mistake she wants. One night, no names, no aftermath. Zeke “Silver” Bennett doesn’t lose control. Ever. He learned that lesson once, and it nearly destroyed him. So when he spots the dark-eyed woman across the bar, he knows the rules: one night, clean break, no complications. Until fate throws them together again... and secrets start detonating. They didn’t tell each other the truth. Now they’re forced to decide: can trust be built on lies? And if the truth finally comes out – raw, painful, unforgiving – will either of them be brave enough to risk real love?

To save my husband, I drank until my stomach bled. Despite making it to the hospital, no one would treat me—all because he, a prominent surgeon, forbade anyone from attending to his own wife. In a previous life, he had saved me, a deed that fate cruelly repaid: the same day he saved me, his beloved, Lily Evans, tragically died during surgery. Consumed by regret, he lamented, "If I hadn't saved you, she might still be alive." On my birthday, in a twisted celebration, he intoxicated both me and our daughter. In a horrifying turn, he used his surgical skills to ruthlessly stab us both. As I lay bleeding, I begged for our daughter's life, pleading with him to spare her, his biological child. He coldly justified his brutality by claiming that being tied to me caused him to miss his chance with his true love. Fueled by a desperate need to protect my daughter, I fought him ferociously. He inflicted thirty-eight merciless wounds on me before turning his murderous intent towards our child. As I faced death, my last sight was of him, his decision clear as he once again chose his lost love over his living family.

Blurb In the dead of a Sicilian night, Luca De Santis, cold mafia heir and merciless devil, catches art student Adrian Vale witnessing a brutal execution. Instead of a bullet, Luca chooses something far more cruel. He keeps him. Locked in his cliffside fortress, Adrian becomes Luca’s captive. Stripped, watched, and tormented by the ruthless man who controls his every breath. Luca teases him mercilessly with strong hands pinning him down, filthy whispers in Italian, and a hard cock grinding against him while denying release. Every escape attempt ends with Adrian panting, leaking, and hating how badly his body craves the devil’s touch. What begins as dark captivity slowly melts into raw, addictive obsession. Rough fingers. Bruising bites. Possessive thrusts that turn defiance into desperate moans. Luca will ruin him. Own him. Break him. Because in a world of blood and power, this beautiful, stubborn boy has become his only weakness. And the Devil never lets go of what belongs to him. Dark. Filthy. Addictive. Enemies to lovers, captive/captor, heavy dominance, and scorching MM heat.

An androgynous detective punished by the law will find himself trapped in the hands of a possessive criminal. ***** Bright, an arrogant detective with a beautiful face, starts to live a hellish life after his sister's mysterious abduction. His desperation for money brings him to a terrible nightmare he can never escape from. He is sentenced to two years in prison where the criminals he put there himself is currently lock up. He instantly becomes the new prey of the hungry predators. Cole, a notorious criminal who mysteriously turned himself to authorities, hears about his "favorite" detective's imprisonment. He immediately offers protection to the poor detective on one condition. Bright will be his slave. Will the haughty detective accept the devil's offer? or he will just let himself suffer for two years and hope to make it out alive?

David Carson, the beloved billionaire known for his philanthropic work, has been keeping a dark secret from the world. But when Anna Clarke, an innocent college girl, accidentally witnesses David commit a brutal murder, she becomes a liability that David cannot afford to let live. Now, David is forced to make a life-altering decision: kill Anna and maintain his facade as a kind-hearted billionaire, or spare her life and risk exposing his true identity as the ruthless mafia kingpin known only as "Devil." As Anna fights for her survival, she uncovers shocking truths about David's past and the twisted world of organized crime. Will she be able to escape David's grasp and expose the truth, or will she become another victim of the Devil's deadly game?

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains themes of non-consensual encounters, emotional manipulation, and intense dark romance. Reader discretion is advised. Blurb: One stolen thing. One dangerous mistake. Now, she belongs to him. She didn’t know the fire she was playing with… until it burned her. He’s a devil in an Armani suit—a cold, calculating billionaire whose empire is built on blood. To cross him is to sign your own death warrant. But she never meant to steal from him. She didn’t even know what she was taking. And yet, in his eyes, she is the ultimate betrayal. She should’ve been broken, discarded like all the others. Instead, she became his obsession. Trapped in his dangerous world, she’s torn between hating him and craving the fire he awakens in her. The deeper she falls, the darker his secrets become—secrets that could cost her more than just her heart... they could cost her very soul. In his world, love isn’t salvation. It’s a death sentence.

They say don't make deals with the devil. But what if it's the devil you know? Caution! This might make you lose your morals, question if you've ever been horny, take away your innocence, until you lose yourself with each nut. Warning, this may get really slippery. I'd advise you to grab some tissues. I didn't need tissues. Andrade's tongue licked the wine as it flowed down my hole. In a swift motion that made me lose my mind. His firm hands pulled me closer, spreading me as he fucked me with his tongue. “Fucking virgin..” he muttered. Don't talk with your mouth full. Hell, I didn't know I was gay until I met Andrade. And now, all I wanted was his big cock inside of me. How did I go from marrying his sister to being his little plaything? Well, I've made a deal with the devil, and I signed it with my body.

BLURB She was collateral—payment for a debt her uncle never intended to repay. Dragged into Don Rossini’s glittering casino as leverage, Cleopatra thought she had reached the depths of hell. Until the night rival gunfire shattered the empire and she ran straight into the arms of something far worse. Desperate and terrified, she collided with a powerful stranger in the chaos. Not knowing who he was, she begged him to save her—offering anything, everything, to escape Rossini’s grasp. Valentine Corenza didn’t save her. He claimed her. From that moment, there was no escape. No mercy. No choice. In the opulent cage of glass and steel, Valentine keeps her as his. His gaze follows her like a shadow, his touch brands her, his presence consumes her. The ruthless shadow king rules her world with ice in his veins and fire in his possession. She belongs to him now—body, soul, and every fractured breath. Cleopatra is no longer collateral. She is his obsession. His prize. His captive. He will burn empires to keep what is his. He would take anyone out including his own family in order to save her. She tries all she could to keep calm the storms in her chest whenever he stands close to her. And she has no option of ever leaving the devil who answered her plea. The only question left is how long it will take before the line between fear and forbidden desire completely disappears.

Amberly, the daughter of the head warrior, thought her life was perfect. She's dating the Alpha's son, she's a medical miracle by having a twin brother. But there's one very important she hasn't told anyone. She's cursed. But when the Devil Alpha comes hunting her down, will she reveal her secret or will she sacrifice herself to protect the people that she loves?