Devil May Cry Crossover

She hoped for a savior, but she found the devil. He is Saint. But he is no saint. He leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine".

Rose Parker has never expected much from her future. When the girls of her age are busy falling in love, Rosie finds joy in her little solitude. Until one day, he walks into her sight and colonize every area of Rosie's peaceful abodes. She jumps in frustration and is about to explode when the devil suddenly reels in his net and little Rosie ended up caught in the devil's embrace. "You cheater!" She screams indignantly. "Nothing's fair in this world, Love." He smirks.

Five years working with the Devil was hell on earth. After five years and six months, Lia has finally saved enough money to resign as the devil’s secretary and pursue her own dream as a baker. But when the gorgeous billionaire boss wouldn’t let her go, Lia didn’t know what to do. Had he liked her work ethics so much, he couldn’t let her out? But then, Troy Sanford offered her what probably was an entirely different course she never thought she could take. “Marry me, Lia. Marry me so I can get this business deal.” Lia couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Of course, the proposal wasn’t for a real marriage. It was still basically a business proposal. But was it, really?

“He pressed me to the wall with one hand tight around my throat, the other sliding beneath the thin silk clinging to my skin. I should’ve been begging for help. Instead, my knees went weak when he leaned in, his mouth hot against my ear. ‘Does it hurt, darling?’ he whispered. I shook my head, even as his fingers left bruises. ‘Good. I like it when you take it.’ God, I hated him. God, I wanted him to never let go.” A DARK, EROTIC TALE OF OBSESSION, HUMILIATION, AND HUNGER. They called him the Devil, a sadist with a crooked smile and hands built for breaking men. In the underworld’s most perverse auction, Luca Ruelle is nothing but trembling prey, sold for a price no soul should fetch. Silk-wrapped, bare, choking on shame and smoke, he should be praying for rescue. But Kain Astor doesn’t rescue. He claims, corrupts, and devours. He teaches Luca how it feels to be owned. How pain can bloom where fear lives. How pleasure is just another kind of cruelty. Every command is a dare, every punishment a promise. Under Kain’s hands, Luca learns the exquisite agony of surrender, and the terror of how badly he needs it. He should be fighting for his life. Instead, he’s sinking to his knees, eyes glazed, lips parted, whispering the one word that seals his fate— “Please.”

“Sign the contract and your heart, body and soul will forever be mine,” Adonis said, a wicked glint in his eyes. *** I saw the signs coming, but I was blinded by love, and the desire to believe that my marriage was as perfect as it seemed. That all came crashing down when I found my husband in bed with my cousin. The man I thought I knew was a monster. He shattered my heart, my dreams and my life. But I wasn't going to let him get away with it. I was going to make him pay. He had taken everything away from me, and now was my turn to return the favor. That was when I devised a plan to bring his empire crashing down around him. I would get close to his half-brother, Adonis Sandoval, a man as cold and ruthless as the devil himself. They say keep your friends close and your enemies closer. My ex-husband would pay for what he’d done to me, and Adonis Sandoval would be the instrument of his downfall. But it wasn't going to be that easy. Adonis was no fool; he was as dangerous and cunning as they say. But he stirred a desire in me I thought I’d buried, igniting my passion. As we grew closer, my plan for revenge blurred, but I couldn’t forget why I was here. I had already handed my soul to the devil on a contract, and the path I’d chosen was a dark one, but I was no longer afraid of the shadows. I would get my revenge. But at what cost?

"Do you always get this angry when others play with your dolls?" "No, just when it comes to you. You're my favorite doll." * Cara Morelli gets the heartbreak of her life when she finds out that her boyfriend is a recruiter for an illegal sex club, but that is after he abducts and dumps her there. As fiery as she is stubborn, she won't go down easily. After maiming, and nearly killing a client- on purpose- she is punished; murdered. But by some stroke of providence, she reincarnates inside the body of a woman known as Agent Thirteen, who belonged to an elite team of female assassins. And the Boss? A ruthless mafia Don widely known as Leone "the devil" Andreotti. It takes Cara a while to get used to the fact that prior to the time when she swapped bodies with Agent Thirteen, the assassin had signed her freedom off to Leone as part of the contract to be his assassin... to be used to kill targets until she scored him a hundred kills. But now, Leone wants more than a hundred kills from Cara... Ever since she blatantly disrespected him. And now that she is a trained assassin, is this the answer to her long-standing quest for revenge against her betraying boyfriend and the club, or will it embroil her deeper in a deadly obsession with the most dangerous man in the city? You're right. It's both. * "I'm tired. Fucking kill me already." "No, I want to wear you out. That's the only way I'll enjoy it. I have preferences, Angel." * "If you run, he will chase you." "If I don't, he will kill me." "Will he?" The look she gives me is knowing. I roll my eyes. "Of course he will." Right?

For her whole life, Lyra Suarez had been a good girl. That one girl who was too sweet, too nice, too helpful, too kind, too easy to manipulate, too easy to use, too easy to destroy. Being too pure and too caring sometimes has its bad side. And she knew that too well. At twenty-three, she was busy working her life away just to protect herself and keep her distance from her biological father, who never even claimed her.   With just one laced drink, her trust in her only aunt disappeared. Everybody seemed to see her as a beautiful ticket to a fortune. She was sold to a filthy old man.   While her poor soul cried for help, calling all the saints never seemed to work. And as her last prayer, in her most desperate state, she called for him... the Devil.   Because a deal with the Devil is always better than living in hell. And sometimes, the Devil is not the one to fear.

🔥🔥The Devil’s Fire🔥🔥 A mafia love story. A dark world with so many secrets and questions … Althaia grew up sheltered and not knowing about the mafia world despite her father being a mafia boss. Her mother took her away when she was younger to protect her from the dark, mafia world. However, Althaia had no idea what awaited her when she attended her cousin's engagement party. Her eyes landed on the tall and handsome man with incredible golden-brown eyes. She met The Devil. Damiano Bellavia The ruthless and powerful mafia boss. The one who tames and everyone fears. The one her father had desperately tried to hide her away from. But fate brought them together as he got drawn to her big innocent green eyes, and she was fascinated and curious about the dark, unknown world he was from. Gunfire and murder, family and profit. Could their love just be a conspiracy? 18+ Content! Trigger Warnings, Violence and Smut!

DEVIL'S CURSE ต้องคำสาป 'เขา' ผู้นั้นเคลื่อนไหวอย่างดุดันอยู่เหนือร่างของเธอ ในความฝัน รสจูบ และการเสียดสี สร้างความสุขสมเสียจนไม่อยากให้มันจบลง เธอจมดิ่งสู่ห้วงจินตนาการมาอย่างยาวนาน กระทั่งเสียงทุ้มกระซิบข้างหู "มีความสุขให้พอ เพราะมันเป็นวันสุดท้ายของเจ้า" ดังนั้นความสุขในค่ำคืนนี้เธอจะขอรับไว้ทั้งหมดเอง

In a tale woven with both love and obsession, Adele Romero believed she had mended her shattered heart when she delivered a flower to the grand mansion. Little did she realize that her actions had already captured his attention. He was known as the mysterious figure, harboring a dark obsession that consumed him completely. The lingering desires from their shared past and the chance at redemption compelled him to entrap her in his grasp. This time, he was ready to script their story with spilled blood and possessive intent, and she remained oblivious to his true identity. "Have you ever felt the touch of a rose?" he whispered, his silhouette looming before her. "Yes," she replied, her voice quivering with anticipation. "Each petal holds its own unique allure, painted with shades that evoke fascination. And when you press it against your lips, it imparts a magnificent sensation," his voice husky and laden with desire. In that sacred moment, she felt his lips graze her skin. "You, Adele, are like a rose." "And I yearn to crush this rose beneath the weight of my insatiable craving."