Vergil Devil May Cry Devil Trigger Novels & Stories

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.

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.” *****

she whispered, her breath cold against my skin, “you belong to him.” A shiver crawled down my spine. She didn’t let me pull away. “The Devil is one of a kind,” she whispered. “Do you understand what that means?” I shook my head once. Barely. She pressed a kiss to my cheek, soft and dry. “It means remember yourself,” she said, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes again. “So you don’t drown in him.” The words hit like a prophecy.

Arya Santanu's breathing was so heavy, the vapor of her breath had a very hot temperature. "Die ...." Arya Santanu moved very quickly. With one hand, the young man grabbed one of the bandit's faces. Slowly his hand turned into a demonic hand. Hot steam emerged from the cracks in his hand. The demon hand looked like flowing lava. And the lava came from his blood that changed shape. ARGH!!!

Her mother and father have always brought her different kinds of strange gifts whenever it was her birthday. She never understood why they would give her such. But, she always appreciated the gifts. However, she has always left with a turbulent spirit afterward. On her 18th birthday, her mother gave her a golden image of the supposed devil. It was so bright and beautiful that it lit up a room, the moment it came into contact with her. She was confused by this incident and she never found the answer as to why the image of the devil was given to her and why it lit up upon coming in contact with her.

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”

Hola beautiful people, I hope you enjoyed the story of Adele and Decker. The next book in VENGEANCE SERIES is: BOOK 1: THE DEVIL'S TRAP BOOK 2: SAMSON-MAFIA AND HIS THERAPIST. Here is the blurb of next book: A kiss in the mist of danger changed everything... When mafia darling, Margarita, began interning as a therapist to escape her past, she found herself working with an insomnia patient that would change her future.

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL