Devil's Daughters Name Novels & Stories

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

She sits straight up in bed, “Do you want to tell me that not only do you get Angels, but fucking heaven is for real.” With only a small wicked smile, I pull her back into my arms, “Where do you think I come from?” She goes dead quiet; then there is the very thing that I knew would happen, her body starts to tremble. It does not even take her but a mere five seconds and she pushes me away. “Are you really the Devil?” “Yes, my love, I am the Devil’s son.” “Then that means that you come from that pit of burning fire where all people fall when they have sinned.”

“Jazz, can't I rest a day without blood on my arms!“ Devin complained, but when he felt his intimidating gaze from him. He changed his words. “Alright, I will do just that, but that doesn't mean I will have to do it again. But, why are you so concerned about whether the girl is his biological daughter or not?“ Devin asked. Because it was strange the devil bothered himself about something not too necessary. If the girl was Mr. Thomas's daughter or not, he shouldn't bother because, from the way he saw it, the devil enjoyed the night with a girl! “Because I need to know! Now get off your lazy ass. We have work to do!“

“You named her. Why don’t you try to remember her?” With mouth wide open, she scoffed. “You should receive the best dad title in the world, you know. You deserve it! Tell me a father who couldn’t even recall his own daughter’s name! Well, he’s none other than the great Daemon!” “And tell me about a mother who can’t remember her own child she carried for almost a year!” Daemon yelled and rose and pointed a finger at her, his face contorted in controlled anger. “Tell me a mother who forgot about her own child because she prioritized her own safety more than the baby that she swore she would protect! It’s you, Devon!”

"My father is the king after all. I've spent my days in the palace, living a life of luxury." "Your father...is the king?" Dominik asked, a bewildered look, plastered on his face. "Yes, is that a problem?" Dominik went quiet for a while. "Have you heard of the devil alpha?" The name immediately rang a bell in my head. Over the year, there a known group of Lycans, led by the devil alpha. The devil alpha was known for his strength, power, and ruthlessness. I had heard my father discussing about it with Vera and from the way he spoke, he detested the devil alpha.

My deepest secret is that she, the sexy as fuck women who will soon be my wife was mine, she was my first and only and will be until the day I take my last breath. Demitria owns me, mind, body and soul... she's the fucking devil and 'm her devoted follower. She is my Diabla.

I turned back to face her and gave a short, humorless chuckle. "You can call me the devil, if you want. I'm just as bad as they come." I paused, meeting her eyes. "Probably worse than Kendrick and Garry combined." I didn't miss the way she tensed at the names. She exhaled slowly and shook her head, half-smiling to herself. "You might be the devil after all." Then, her eyes softened. She reached for me, slowly pulling me back toward her by the front of my pants. "But I know there's good inside you, Damien Raphaël." She whispered, her eyes never leaving mine.

“And what do you have to lose, you already lost everything,” She gazed at me, “I have nothing to lose,” she muttered. “Why does it feel like I am about to make a deal with the son of the devil,” I chuckled. “Don’t be modest Elena, if we make this deal, you would be making it with the Devil himself,”

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

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.