Novel & Cerita Destiny House Of Devils

I knew Baby, you are my destiny You and I were meant to be With all my heart and soul I give my love to have and hold And as far as I can see You were always meant to be my destiny I wanted someone like you Someone that I could hold on to And give my love to have and soul And as far as I can see You were always meant to be my destiny Maybe all we need is just a little faith Cause baby I believe that love will find a way Baby, you are my destiny You and I were meant to be With all my heart and soul I give my love to have and hold And as far as I can see From now until eternity You were always meant to be My destiny You're my destiny During his journey going home, he cherished the moments he h

Mom throws a disgusting glance at me like I've done some religious sin. "Mom, I didn't do anything. I admit, I went on Benjamin's invitation for a date but he set me up, it was all his plan to put down Dad from his position. He spiked my drink and forced me to spend the night in a stranger's room and that stranger is none other than Hunter Storm who just not saved me from my doom but also your husband from dying in the hands of his enemies like some pest in a gutter." I finally unleash my sedimentated anger on her.

he informs. Audrey frowns, "This is hell?" She asked. Zain nods, "yeah, what were you expecting to see?" Audrey paused for a while before saying, "A place of endless flame as people burn in it" She said in all honesty. Zain let out a deep chuckle, "Indeed, there is a place like that in hell but that's meant for filthy humans who think they are better than us" " The people you see here are demons and demones alongside the kids too... We are all descendants of the devils" he with so much pride that one could think it's a privilege to be one.

Danger bell rang inside her head. World War III. Shit. ******

Jarek has a few business acquaintances coming for dinner, along with some of our friends, and I have to be the gracious hostess. "Mommy, mommy! Ashlyn ate all my dessert!" Our seven-year-old comes running into our room, screaming. Devlyn is her father's namesake—sort of. Jarek didn't find my choice of name for her very amusing at first, but I got my way. It's very fitting because she acts just like her father, my Devil. Our five-year-old follows her sister into the room, chocolate smeared around her mouth, giggling. "Ash… Did you eat your sister's dessert?" I ask our youngest in my no-nonsense tone.

"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. *****

Mia couldn't believe she was staring at the devil. She couldn't fathom how he was there in the first place. In second place, there was a very rich and powerful man bleeding to death on the restroom pathway of a vessel filled up with the ultra wealthy, and upper echelons of society. This was something straight out of a horror movie. “What the fuck, Luca?!” Her eyes doubled when she heard Lev’s voice. And as it moved, she saw him standing behind the devil, his mouth wide open in shock.

When Ayla finally took him into her arms, her voice was steady. “Lucian D’Argento,” she named him. “Like your father. Like the fire he left behind.” She pressed her lips to his forehead, tears falling onto his soft skin. “You will know him—through me, through them, through the blood he gave to protect us. You will grow strong. And you will never walk alone.” Epilogue – Dynasty of Fire Penthouse Seven still stood, scarred but unbroken. At night, the city lights shimmered below, the world carrying on as though it hadn’t lost its king.

For the first time in history, devils and angels gathered in one place. The Devil’s Fortress shimmered under moonlight pouring through stained glass windows, casting an ethereal glow over the grand wedding venue. Guests stepped inside and paused, awestruck by the breathtaking sight. The entire hall was adorned with striking black and white flowers, demonic symbols subtly woven into the architecture, and a long silver aisle lined with burning candles. Alpha Magnus stood proudly with a glass of wine in hand, his chest puffed with unmistakable pride. His gaze met King Evran’s at the same moment, both fathers sharing a rare, silent understanding as they looked toward Caelus and the Heavenly Empe

Elian pressed closer, spectral hands reaching uselessly, horror rooting him as the chamber dissolved into chaos—clashing steel, demonic roars, the infant's wail cutting through like a knife. It dawned on Damitri then, in that frozen instant, the witch's warnings he'd ignored: the entity he'd summoned wasn't ally or benefactor, but the Devil of the Abyss, binder of souls, weaver of curses that tainted bloodlines forever. The power he'd stolen now poisoned his legacy, birthing a thirst in his sons that the full moon would eternally ignite—a blood hunger that chained the wolf to infernal chains.