Devil Daughter Name Novels & Stories

"Are you Devanna?" Blaze asked softly. I realized he was trying to make his voice as soft as possible. The woman in front of me nodded with a small smile. The girl looked at us with a question mark… there was no fear in her gray eyes… just a question. "Who are you?" She asked in a childlike voice. Her voice shrank and squeaked a little. "Ah… I'm Blaze Deville, Charlie's son." Answered Blaze.

A devil with no right to have a heart only if he knew he has the purest one. "Did they change you to become this?" I asked. He turned his attention to look at me, "Like what?" "Devil," "If I'm Devil then you are the Devil's Girlfriend?" And of course, I was speechless. "I..I," I stuttered. "Are you blushing Miss Vitalio by any chance?" And shit yes I was. His words affected my face. "No, why would I?" I lied looking away. "I wish your face would have told the same story," His face had a smirk and I felt like running from my spot.

--- Xyna Who is she? She is Xiera Angeline Alegre-Scott—my twin but also the only one I cared of not until Chariz came. Our parents once said that our name really suits us. My second name's DEVON because they saw me as a devil or a demon—the person that will bring their lives to a living hell. Why? I really don't know. They're just a narrow minded narcissist sucker. But they're right, though. I will definitely will bring them to hell once they meddle with my life and my decisions again.

Aphrodite slowly rose to her feet, leaned down slowly, fully aware Sophia was in the room, and ran her index finger down my semi-flaccid shaft that had hardened again from her touch. “This is mine,” she growled possessively before taking her sweet time to tuck me back in. “We're done here,” she murmured, pecking my lips and adjusting her dress. She turned and walked out, not once stopping to acknowledge that Sophia was both red from anger and shock. I blinked, the haze of lust slowly clearing from my head as shock was slowly replaced by pride. I was both proud and shocked at the turn of events. What my mate didn't know was that she'd just awakened the animalistic desires I'd be reigning in,

She beamed when the uncontaminated zephyr of nature caressed against her white skin, flaunting off the two dimples on both sides of her face. Devika, daughter of the family, Bhaltair, an impoverished family in the village of Galveston, under the kingdom of Arcelia. Devika, a seventeen years old maiden, had the eyes of a green gem, luxuriant and flora, deeper than the forest, Her hair was midnight-black and it flowed over her shoulders, down to her waist but braided into two buns. She had saccharine sweet lips. They were blossom soft, a ladylike personality. Her languid eyelashes of velvet-black, crescent-shaped eyebrows inclined slightly while her skin was just like the snow, pure and white

They all look pale and exhausted on the corner of their lips is a blood stain. All thanks to the brave stance each of them took trying to suppress the king's beast that has become feral since two full days. The night after he visited the DeHaven maid's room. king Xerxes ended up making another visit to the prince’s room. Unfortunately or fortunately for him,he was not disappointed because the prince possesses the kiss of the devil's star on his nape. A mark that could only be found on his soulmate.

He didn’t need to speak for me to hear his thoughts: How far will she go before she forgets herself? They called me many things now. Some whispered “queen.” Others muttered “witch.” But the name that stuck, the one that spread like wildfire through the underworld, was the one I never asked for, the one I never denied. The Devil’s Handmaiden. From been sold as a Handmaiden into the blackwood mansion, to rising as the queen, the one who stole the heart of the Devil “Dominique”. I hadn’t chosen it. But it was mine. And I would carry it well with so much pride abd dignity.

She had red hair which was very visible even under the setting sun. "Who are you?" I asked confused. I don't know if the question was that stupid because she began to laugh laugh hard. "Oh girl.... So your mate didn't tell you" the way she said mate was with so Much hatred. "No who are you" now I was getting pissed. "I'm Candice nice to meet you Maxine" she smiled a gorgeous smile. I always knew vampires where pretty. When she said her name my wolf growled in anger. Pure hate and anger.

"I don’t know why you keep doing that though. Your tits look fantastic in that dress!" My face is practically on fire now as I try to recover from her words. Who even talks like this?? So crude and yet so sultry... like silk. This woman feels like getting hit by a very glamorous tornado... It's dizzying! "I'm Rhyssa, by the way," she says brightly and I scoff internally... Of course her name is something like Rhyssa... A woman dressed entirely in red with cheekbones sharp enough to kill a man could never possibly be named something normal like Jane...

, she greeted. "It's nice meeting you too Melissa. I'm Eleanor", I greeted back. "I'll take you to your hotel Eleanor", she smiled. "Sure...let's wait till my friends join us", I looked back at our room. Our room. It feels nice right. Suddenly the door opened and the devil came fast towards me. No..no.. "You played really unfair my girlfriend", he smirked. "I'm not the type to play by rules my boyfriend", really Eleanor do you want to die. My inner voice shouted.