Devil Daughter Name Novels & Stories

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

Is it the Devon I know the billionaire handsome superstar or do you mean someone else? "Calm down Sylv one question at a time." Laura said laughing at her excitement. Devon must be super popular since just one mention of his name got Sylvia this excited "Yes, he is Devon Williams, the Devon." She answered "Wowwwwww," Slyvia screamed over the phone Laura had to pull the phone out of her ear to avoid damages

"Oh you stupid, stupid girl" "Catalina, let's talk about this," he says stopping in front of his car. The distance between us makes me want to scream. Am I contagious now? Why can't he come close? "Are you here to defend her?" I ask "Knowing what those men were planning on doing to me?" "Stop playing the victim. I only told them to scare you off" Valentina says. I raise my hand and backhand her. "I wasn't talking to you" "This is who she is, Kahlo." She screeches holding her cheek "Don't let her fool you with her innocent act. She's a bitch and a murderer. You can't love someone like her"

REIGN “Who the fuck are you?!” She screamed and I smiled, she does have a potty mouth but it sounded sexy coming from her. “How did you get in?” She asked, quickly sitting up and covering her legs with the blanket. “Devinity Avila, daughter of Theo but goes by the name Devinity Mateo.” I watched as she froze, watching me suspiciously. “Who are you?” She spat and I clutched my chest in fake hurt.

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.

Who are you really, Lucian Devlin? The question burned in my chest. I’d seen the cracks in his armor last night. I’d heard the names—his mother, Liam, Beverley. He was hunted by ghosts I couldn’t yet name, but I knew one thing with certainty: I had to find out who they were if I ever wanted to understand the man who owned me. And maybe… maybe he wasn’t the devil after all. Maybe he was just a man who had already been burned by hell. The thought unsettled me. It almost scared me more than his control did.

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.