Devil Daddy Novels & Stories

he said when I told him about my suspicion. I wanted to whine and express my frustration, but is there truly a point for that, when it has already happened? And it basically was the seed I said that we needed to plant for everyone to know our fake relationship. But gawd! To see and hear what everyone thought about that was a nightmare! “The Devil’s secretary has now become the Devil’s baby. Scroll to continue reading,” I moaned and covered both hands on my face as Freda continued laughing at me.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

He was joined by the physician from the main palace. As soon as they removed the last needles from her elbow, she opened her eyes slowly. Lydia weeped for joy as she gave her water to drink. Heavy footsteps were heard in the corridor. The door was pushed open at once and she saw, the Devil.

His hands moved across my body caressing my breasts, waist, and thighs… There was something terrifying in his gaze, he looked like a devil who was trying to devour me. He acted feverishly, without any gentleness, but I shamelessly submitted to whatever he wanted to do with me giving back his caressing and kisses. He forcefully torn the top of my dress along the neckline revealing my naked chest and began fondling and squeezing my breasts. Then he slid lower and started playing around my chest with his tongue, and gently biting my nipples. At the same time his hands went down my thighs ripping off my underwear. Then he started to stroke my inner thighs reaching deep inside me with his fingers

I asked him. Salvatore sighed. He does that whenever someone finds it hard to understand? “You are in the best spot for this. I have trained you well, and best still, you have the nerve to attract any kind of person, including him.” I scoffed. “He will kill me before I get to him.” I said. That was obviously true. The feared Dante, leader of the Mafia and a popularly known Mafia Lord was bound to shatter me into pieces and have me killed. I had heard about him, and what he did to people. There had been nothing nice from those stories.

“You think I’d like to be associated with such a nasty demon?” “Nasty demon?” Cloud demons hated being cursed, because they believed they were perfect. “You may look good on the outside but you're still a demon.” My voice lowered to a whisper. “A gruesomely disgusting demon feasting off souls just to maintain her fake looks!” I spat. Angered, she rushed to me, aiming the knife at my tattoo but I held her in place with my powers. The blade cut through my palm, dropping blood to the floor and the pain made me fling her across the room.

No easing her onto the size of him slowly. What he gave her was not a human thing. Not a loving thing. Not anything mortal at all. It was the Devil’s Dick. It was long and thick. The skin like silk. Her oversensitive cunt let her feel every ridge, every dip and every curve of his impressive cock. The world went white. Everything else just fell away. Light swelled. Her awareness scattered like ash caught in an updraft, pulled into the violent centre of sensation he drove into her. Somewhere very far away, the bond screamed with her, a blazing chord struck hard enough to fracture silence into pieces.

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.

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.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.