Devil Daddy Novels & Stories

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Even if she shifts, she won't be able to defeat me. She was shaking profusely as fear clouded her. “W....who...a...re..you." She whimpered in fear. “You are a devil, a devil.... Help me!! Somebody should help me please! " She managed to scream, crawling backwards. “No one will save you... No one," I said. My voice was incredibly dangerous as I walked closer to her. “Who are you, don't come close to me." she mutters in fear “Do you want to know who I am...." I pause as I stare into her eyes. My red eyes burning in anger. I am just sick and tired of everything. I can't hold it in any longer.

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

“Then I reverse the transfer. And I make a phone call to those gentlemen searching for your father. Have you any idea what happens to the daughters of men who do not pay their debts?” I stared at him in horror. He was blackmailing me, using my family’s safety to manipulate me. The charming young man had become the very essence of the Devil. “Why?” I asked. “Why marry me? Why marry a woman you hate? How can you marry a woman you said you would never love?” Luca placed his drink down and moved towards me. He stopped right in front of me and lifted my hand so that he could examine the ring which I was now forced to wear.

Tanya and I stay in the car until the cops appear. Once they arrive, we step out of the car and walk over to the driver of the car. Tanya wants to look the guy in his face. When she arrives in front of him, she stands tall and looks him directly in the eyes. “You can never know what you took from us. You killed a child for money. There will be no mercy on your soul when you meet your maker.” The dark-skinned male with long dreads and gold in his mouth smiles as Tanya. “I work for the devil, and you will never get away with this. You’ll meet your maker before I do.”

"I fucking hate you" He didn't even seem fazed by my little outburst. Just stared at me like I was boring. "I haven't even started Matilda, you can't break already, that would be fucking boring" I was starting to realize why they called him the devil. His eyes spoke of torture and for the first time, I was truly scared of what he might do to me. A notification cut through the silence. His phone. He glanced at it once. Then his expression shifted slightly. Not emotionally, Just focused now.

Just as I was about to get in, a car drove in from the gate and pulled to a stop right in front of us. My eyes locked on the car and I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew that car and I knew who was going to be in it. It was the particular car I was in the day I came here. A black SUV. The passenger door flew open and my greatest nightmare walked out. Alejandro Delgado. The devil who could apologize one minute and then turned around seconds later to act like he never did. He walked over to us, a frown formed sternly on his face.

I made a deal with the devil….. He appears in a rush of heat and smoke, towering, obsidian-skinned, horns curling like black ivory. Wings folded against his back. Golden eyes fixed on me with predatory amusement. And between his thighs… six cocks. Six thick, ridged, barbed demonic cocks rising in a perfect fan, each one pulsing, already dripping with dark precum. He steps closer, voice like velvet over gravel. “You want it all, little starlet,” he says, not a question. “Richest actress in the world. Every role yours. Red carpets, magazine covers, awards lined up on your shelf. Billion-dollar franchises begging for your name.”

In one fluid motion, he crossed the room and slammed Veronica against the wall, his hand gripping her throat with frightening force. She gasped, her hands clawing at his, but his grip was unyielding. “Never raise your voice at me,” he growled, his voice low and deadly. “You do not control me. You do not tell me what to do. I am the Devil. I am Dominique Blackwood. No one tells me what to do.” His grip tightened for a brief, terrifying moment before he released her, letting her crumble to the floor, choking and gasping for air.