Devil Daughter Name Novels & Stories

Even after bringing so much money back. I fall asleep quickly, too tired to stay awake, but I am smiling. I have no food and no freedom, but I am smiling because tonight, Mr Devil gave me more than anyone else ever has, or could. He was different, from everyone else, which makes no sense. Why would he be willing to pay just to talk to women? I want to find out exactly who he is, and how to find him again. I wake up hearing someone shouting my name. Opening my eyes I see Mary looking at me.

The name 'Dhevita Wales' was her creation to be recognized as part of the socialite circle. Although many laughed behind her back at the idea that an unofficial mistress carried Lord Wales's last name, it seemed absurd! Even more surprising was that Dhevita's real name was 'Dakota.' She was a pickpocket who bought a new identity from Linn and started mingling as a socialite. Fortunately, Dhevita's beauty caught Lord Wales' attention, and he made her his mistress. Linn exploited Dhevita's weakness to devise a new strategy to facilitate their actions.

“Wow. I mean, you look like him a lot; Your green eyes are much lighter though, a little bit like Vera.” She widens her eyes when she says Vera. “Who is Vera?” I ask. “Oh shit.” She grimaces, “Our daughter.” “Fuck.” I exhale, Devon has a daughter. “Does that mean I have a niece?” A shadow looms over us and we snap our eyes to see Devon staring up at us with his darkened green eyes, there’s a clench in his muscle as he glares hardly at me. From here, I can see the blazing fire in his eyes.

Jarek has a few business acquaintances coming for dinner, along with some of our friends, and I have to be the gracious hostess. "Mommy, mommy! Ashlyn ate all my dessert!" Our seven-year-old comes running into our room, screaming. Devlyn is her father's namesake—sort of. Jarek didn't find my choice of name for her very amusing at first, but I got my way. It's very fitting because she acts just like her father, my Devil. Our five-year-old follows her sister into the room, chocolate smeared around her mouth, giggling. "Ash… Did you eat your sister's dessert?" I ask our youngest in my no-nonsense tone.

Caring for her in the only way a devil can. Through vengeance. Through ruin. Through blood. Because Reina wasn’t just my nurse anymore. She was my war. And I’d win her.

The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp. She let the apple fall to the floor with a dull thud and rose, crossing the room until she stood directly before Finn’s photograph. Her eyes traced the sharp lines of his face. “Devil or not,” she whispered, biting her lower lip, “You’re still a man, Dear Devil.” In the Council chamber, the corner of Austin’s mouth twitched as he read the name of Vivica’s lawyer. Ace. “The trial is about to begin, and you’re only telling me her lawyer’s name now?” he growled at Matty.

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

it was like the devil himself confessing his acts. I’m indeed the Devil’s Bride. The kind of devil that you’re so comfortable with, before you even realize. The kind that makes your pussy drip, even when you’re angry. “ Megan, just in case my father asks, he shouldn’t know that I told you this or what happens to any of my ex-wives. Okay baby? I need you now like never before. I just thought of letting you know because it just happened suddenly…”