Devil Daughter Name Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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…”

HAUTEA'S POV She was twenty-six, maybe twenty-seven, with the specific look of someone who had dressed carefully to appear as though they hadn’t. She was standing at the building entrance at eight fifteen AM when I came back from my morning run, still warm and loose-limbed, earbuds dangling around my neck. A woman stepped forward. “Are you Hautea Sinclair?” “Sinclair-Javier,” I said, keeping my breathing even. “Yes.” “My name is Jess Calder.” She said it with the steadiness of someone who had practiced the words. “I need to talk to you about Drake.”

he resolves. "Sarah! She has a name, Sebastian. I don't care what your therapist said or what you think is easier for you to say but her name is Sarah. You are not to reduce our daughter to a thing or some reason to seek futile redemption." The words hurt more than Sebastian anticipates.

Demonica asks. “Well, long ago there is this girl from the normal world who helped your mother Valeriana to fight my followers, her name is Rose. She is strong, meek and brave but so soft. The goddess of Evetora loves them as much and even blessed them with some gifts.” The scary voice said making me look at Demonica then to the place. “So, you are defeated by such persons?” I ask with sarcasm making Demonica look at me with scary glare but when she turns to look at me I see a different face of a scary woman.

[DIANA’s Point of View] “I can’t believe you did this, Diana, Devon! You know what you both are doing is dangerous!” My eyes widened, feeling ridiculous at what was happening after Uncle Liam caught me and Devon exploring the attic when we were forbidden to go there. While fiddling with my fingers behind me, I looked at Devon, who didn’t have any remorse on his face but was looking down at the floor where our little pet was. Even until that moment, we hadn’t decided what to call her. But after Devon and I saw that purple glow in her eyes, we both decided to call her “purple.”

She was excited to get out of his arms, and ran to Samoyed to touch his head, the dog gently rubbed her head in her palm, making Cassandra grin. She looked up at Cathy, "Uncle Grandpa, you give it to me, it's mine. I want to give her a new name." Melissa gave him the name Devon when he was warming up. Although it was snow-white and cute, it was also big, with long hair and sturdy hair. That's how it was named. Cathy squatted next to the little girl, touched Devon's head, and said to Cassandra, "Of course, it was Stephanie for Stephanie."