Devon Debauchery の小説・ストーリー

With him being a DEVIL? . . . TBC

"Well, we definitely know something's going on there, but what? Is it drugs, human trafficking, what? There isn't anyone here that sends up a red flag, and we've looked into the towns around us. There's some potential there but nothing we can pin down. I say we set up some sort of surveillance out there and see what we get." "I like that idea Ty, I don't want anything fucking up our little paradise here." Devon was the youngest by a year. Of all of us, he must've had the best childhood until he was fourteen and his parents got killed in a car crash. Then shit went to hell fast when he ended up with a drunken uncle who liked talking with his fists.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

The vision that the woman he so deeply loved had been touched, violated, and brutally claimed by Arthur Sterling kept looping in his brain, triggering a sense of worthlessness as a man. That night, for the first time in his life, Devon, who was known as a good man and rarely ever touched alcohol, stepped inside a noisy and dimly lit nightclub in a corner of Manhattan. "Give me the strongest one!" Devon ranted to the bartender. The bartender nodded silently, then slid a glass filled with dense amber alcohol in front of Devon. The completely frustrated Devon immediately snatched the glass and downed its contents in a single gulp. The first glass, the second, up to the third glass moved quickly

She did not deserve all of that, but she had experienced it all. So with pity, an emotion I should never exhibit, I paid her a visit and resorted to telling her how it all came to this, unsure of if she was conscious or not. *** (FLASHBACK) I had just turned eighteen when my father, as usual, ordered me and Salvatore, my step brother, to raid the house of his debtor. It was said that the debtor's wife had borrowed a loan from Luciano Moretti, my father, to help settle her husband's medical bills.

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.

DAPHNE ~✼~ Where was the girl who didn't give a fuck about Alex? Where was the girl who wasn't scared of anything? Where was the girl who dared to slap a mafia don a few seconds ago? You're right, gone. Replaced with this sinful and lustful part of her. The one which wanted to feel his cock slide down her throat, the one who wanted to taste his cum, savour it and devour it like it was the sweetest thing.

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

"Dint apologize shit happens If things still doesn't work out between us by a week's time I'll convince my brother to let you go so have fun while you are here, I'll take you out tonight that sinif you are up for it" "I am Devon I'll do anything to vrawl out from myles grasps" "Funny he doesn't like being called over doer he dislikes lots of things like you refusing help with the maids he had once alit a girls throat for dojg something similar" "He what? Fuck I'm ruined" "No you are not it would all be fine and better just hang in for a week's and meat I remind you act humbly around him, he has no friend's so he's always on the edge"