Devil Daughter Name Novels & Stories

Then she whirled around, her gaze meeting mine directly for the first time since she appeared. “Who is she?” She asked no one in particular, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at me. But before anyone could respond, she waved her hand in dismissal, walking towards me. I held my breath as I watched her approach, screaming in mind for an opportunity to disappear from here. “Anyway,” she paused a few steps away from me, fixing me with a somewhat curious and hard glare, “I’m Rhoda,” she declared, folding her arms across her chest. “Atlas’s fiancee.”

I expect to put two and two together when I read over the name and see the picture, but I have no idea who this is. “Victoria Valentine; well, at least we know what the V is for. Military with two tours and wait... dishonorable discharge? Fuck. She’s also a designated marksman, which means she could have killed me that day if she really fucking wanted to,” I say and glance up, only to see the incredulous look on Dev’s face. He scoffs, then he takes the folder from my hand and starts chuckling. “You’ve gotta be feckin’ pullin’ my leg,” he says, shaking his head and laughing some more.

Subject line: “You Asked for the Devil” The file was massive. Raphael stood behind me, watching as I clicked open layer after layer. Lucian Damian Devlin. Born in Austria. Raised in Switzerland. Fluent in five languages. Educated in private institutions under aliases. Trained in weapons, finance, manipulation. Current occupation: CEO of Devlin Global Holdings. Unofficially: Heir and now head of the Devlin Cartel — a billion-dollar empire of drugs, trafficking, and global political influence. I scrolled, the blood draining from my face.

To get them married, ‘Getting Yvonne and Devon married would be the best thing to do at this point’ she thought to herself. After a while, when Devon’s sobs had turned into a quiet, painful ache, he slowly stood up. He walked to the car, his movements slow and tired, like an old man. He opened the door and looked at the baby, his tiny daughter. She was awake now, her small eyes looking up at him. She had Clara’s eyes. Devon felt a new wave of tears. He reached out and gently touched her cheek. “What are you going to name her, Devon?” Arielle asked, her voice soft and full of sorrow.

He corrected her with a straight face. The little girl pursed her lips together and she tried to pronounce his name."Vance." She mumbled. "Your name is weird." She said which Vance didn't like. "Yours is weirder, Angel." It seemed like they wanted to fight, and just moments ago, they were excited about seeing each other. "My name is not Angel. My mum and daddy Sky just love calling me their angel. My name is Valeria, and it rhymes with Vance." She replied in a childish voice. It was just a coincidence that their names both started with V.

Then without wasting any moment, he started kneading my br**sts and I moaned, “Oliver…” His face darkened hearing that name and his hands on my breast turned rough and harsh. “My name is Gael, call me that.” I was amused by his confession, I never knew that the devil has a name also. That thought never crossed my mind. “Say it,” Looking me lost in my own thoughts, the devil pinched my ni**les and commanded. “Gael,” I exclaimed and he then again took my lips into his mouth. “It sounds so amazing from your mouth, even if it’s the last time I am listening my name from your mouth it would be worth it, Ella,” Gael said and then thrust inside me powerfully.

I AM NOT YOUR QUEEN MY NAME IS THALIA PLSS JUST CALL ME BY MY NAME OKEY THALIA YOU NEED GOOD REST BEFORE DOMINIC GETS BACK OK WAIT WHAT THAT EVIL MAN IS COMING BACK 😳😭🥺 PLSS EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE FINE THALIA, ITS LIKE SHE COULD FEEL MY FEAR THIS IS THE FIRST TIME SOMEONE UNDERSTOOD ME SUDDENLY THE DOOR 🚪 TO THE BEDROOM OPENED SEEING HIM MADE MY BREATH UNEVEN, HERE COMES THE DEVIL,I COULDN'T BREATH PROPERLY HELP ME GOD😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

“Who said you could hold me?” “Hmm,” she stated, twisting her mouth in a pout. She let his cold hands go. Snow had covered her hair by now, thanks to him. The little girl motioned to walk away, but found herself turning back and moving towards him. She pouted in anger, extending a hand towards him saying, “I am Delilah.” “Did I ask?” he arrogantly retorted. She scoffed, before carrying on. “My last name’s Zapetero. I’m the first born of Queen Zoraida. I was hidden all my life, because I do not have penis.”

That night, she requested parchment and ink. When the guards returned at sunrise, they found her seated by the window, her head tilted slightly as though she were still deep in thought. The goblet beside her was empty. The poison had worked swiftly. Upon her table lay a single note, written in her delicate hand: “You will destroy what I built and call it justice. You will crown yourselves saviors and call it mercy. I was only what the crown required me to be. Remember that when your children curse your names.” She signed it Indira, Queen of Deira, still clinging to the title she’d lost.

From the stories, the rumors or the whispers. Even the legends clearly state and mention that great name that had traveled far beyond its homeland and now the owner of that name stood directly before them and they are not even on his good books. The Devil incarnated in the body of a young dangerous son of the Don of the Ndrangheta clan, the harbinger of death whose tale precedes him was the very person in their presence now. “The devil” “He is the harbinger of death oh no why did I come on this mission today?”