Devil Daddy Novels & Stories

Slowly patting my shoulder she left leaving me shocked, shivering and… of course scared. ------------------------ “Oddio! I can't believe it Zariyah you really hit a jackpot. I mean you’ll get to see the living greek god, Denver D’Angelo. But I’m feeling happy and sad for you at the same time, love.” Bella averted her eyes on me carrying a plain look on her face. “Why? Is anything wrong?” I asked hesitantly. “They say the D in Denver stands for the devil. He is a ruthless billionaire who never espouses an iota of fallacy at his workplace. That’s what I’ve heard.”

I scrunched my forehead thinking hard until Lidya shakes me back to reality. "This... is... so... freaking... awesome, Laila... he's like a sexy-greek-god!! Cant you believe it!!" she whispers animatedly, "I'll do anything to make this Hot-piece of stud to be mine... this Blaze A. DeVille... is worth a catch!!" Blaze. Blaze? Blaze? My eyes bug-out impossibly big while hearing that name. The devil in my dream mentioned his name... it was Blaze.

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.

I dragged her to the table behind her, pinned her flat on it. "This is my charity Sheila, for long time's sake," I raised her dress, tore her leggings, unzipped my pants as I held my cigarette in the corner of my mouth. I drove into her without hesitation. "Fuck Leon!" She moaned out. "See how fucked up your obsession is? You're enjoying this." I was angry imagining how those bastards she paid would have messed up Tamara if Sean wasn't there in time. "I want you to imprint this in your tiny head, because if not for Tamara you won't be breathing. I'm a scumbag and I can change my fucking mind anytime." I hissed before one last hard thrust knocked her breath out of her.

Besides, if she didn't comply, death was her next option. Then there were the last two. Lavender and Hidaya. Lavender was the minister of finance's step daughter. Her step father had involved himself in gambling and trafficking business which he tried to steal from Muntaha. When he was presented with the option of facing death or compensation, he gladly gave out his step daughter to the devil to save his own neck. Hidaya who was lavender's help was forced to follow her mistress into her new hell. Even so, they both seem to enjoy their stay in the Devil's Den as part of the Devil's incarnate mafia group which was know as D.I for short.

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**

While walking through the garden of this mansion, I suddenly remembered that day we met Hensley or let's say Elorah. "Okay? What are we going to talk about Gethro?" I said while looking at the flowers in the garden of the mansion. "About Derek and Hideo because in fact Don Morfeo, the devil is back." He said as if I was terrified by what he was saying. but who is the devil? "Then?" I thrifty answered as he bent down to smell a flower in the garden. "Derek and Hideo is a rapist, it's not just that they were resurrected because of their new leader." Gethro said and he looked at the around before telling me some more information.

So enjoy each and every moment instead of stressing yourself out. See you soon. (DEVIL) Who on the earth is this person? Devil. That means it's a male person. But who can it be?

Dev growled, his deep, terrifying voice echoing off the high ceilings like thunder before a devastation. He slowly turned his razor-sharp gaze toward his entire family, his eyes burning with an unholy, demonic promise of complete destruction. "I will drag her back... and show her what hell truly feels like today," Dev snarled, his voice dropping into a lethal whisper. "And if *any* of you dare to step between me and that girl... I swear to God, I will tear you down with her. Consider this my final fucking warning."

"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. *****