Devil May Cry Crossover

“You can hide from anyone—but not from the devil who owns you.” There are choices that make us and others that break us. For Alessia Rivera, her worst mistake became her only way out. Alessia Rivera's world came crashing down the night she found her fiancé with her best friend in bed. Trust has been broken, humiliation dumped on her, everything ripped apart. But her family was concerned about power, not her pain. The marriage between her and Damon was politics, not love, and if she refused to play along, they would let her father rot in jail. One desperate night, Alessia sought escape in the arms of a stranger. A mistake. A secret. A fire that should not have happened. But Dante Moretti is not a man you forget. He is danger wrapped in a tailored suit, the kind of man people fear to whisper about. Cold. Commanding. Obsessive. And weeks later, Alessia learns the truth that rip her world apart: she is pregnant…And Dante is the father of her unborn child and he is also the mysterious new partner of her family’s empire. Now she is trapped in a cruel game. Marry the man who betrayed her to protect her father, or confess the truth to the devil who already marked her as his. To Dante, he doesn’t care about vows, rings, or the lies she hides behind. He wants one thing—her. And he will burn her world to ashes to claim what belongs to him. Because to Dante, love is not tender. Love is possession. Love is war. And Alessia is the only one that can quench this fire. The question is, how does one resist the devil who already owns her soul?

She needs him for her revenge. He needs her to escape an arranged marriage. Trapped and abused by her family, Zoe Thorne bets everything on a single, desperate gamble: seducing Aaron Kael, her own aunt’s cold, powerful fiancé. What begins as a cold, physical bargain soon ignites into a haunting battle of wills. When two individuals burdened by dark secrets clash, their collision sparks a passion that could burn down all their enemies... or consume them both. Will a love born from hatred be their path to redemption, or a death sentence for them both?

Money. Guns. Revenge. And kisses that taste like sin. ALMA MARTELLI My sister died on her wedding day, and that same night, a ruthless mafia boss kidnapped me and dragged me to his manor. I didn’t even get a chance to grieve before my life was turned upside down. But what terrified me the most was how my body betrayed me when he touched me, how I wanted the monster who ruined everything. What happens when I discover his hidden plans to destroy my family and his wicked plan for me? One I couldn’t escape, even if I wanted to. LAZZARO VISCONTI They say a child shouldn't suffer for her father's sins. I say she should bleed for them. Alma Martelli will suffer. She’ll atone for every wrong her father committed. There’s no way out until I say so. I’d use her, strip her of her innocence, and return her to a fatherless home. That was the plan... until I found myself wanting to keep her longer than intended, and fighting her battles as if they were mine. Now I can’t stop thinking about her mouth. Her fire. Her goddamn eyes. Alma was supposed to be my vengeance. But she might just be my downfall.

“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?

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

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".

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."

Elsa thinks she will be a slave for Aiden after their marriage. For him, she is his first love. A Mafia and a CEO for the world, but for him she is his whole world, his possession, his obsession. She is fighting with her demons and with her traumatic past. Aiden became a knight in shining armour for Elsa despite being a devil of the underworld. She starts to love him, but what will happen when she knows about his real identity?

She Loved him with all her heart, But been a victim of his wrath. Her love for him became her scars and regret. Amara rivers is a simple and an ordinary woman with average looks. Just like every other girl in the college she fell in love with the popular guy Tristan Sanchez. She dreamt of him being in love with her just like she does, but her heart clashed when she got to know that he's her best friend's boyfriend. She didn't expect him to torture her this way for the things she hasn't done. Beating her to death and treating her as a Slut are the things which she never imagined to happen in her life. But what would happen if she gains the attention of Damian knight the most powerful and ruthless mafia. How could she deal with two powerful Mafias trying to get her. Will they ruin her or cherish her? Will they give more regrets and scars in her life or will they give their love to heal those scars. This story contains violence, abusive language and mature content. Read at your own risk.

She heard people running in the distance, and in an instant, she was pinned to the floor. The young girl cried out in pain and fear. As he made her stand up, she fell back down because of the force of his slap. Blood dripped from her lips, and she couldn't stand up because she felt dizzy. He grabbed her hair and said, "You're such a little fox. You'll learn not to lie to me again." The little girl cried out in pain because of the pressure on her head. The king put her on his shoulder as he and five of his soldiers and his beta went back to his tent. "The poor thing, she's dead." Said one of the soldiers in a whisper