Devils Son In Law Novels & Stories

And I look at them just in time to see the young man almost faint, had it not been for Ferguson who got ahold of him, helping him stand upright. Upon entering the pack house, Ferguson sits him on the couch when my father turns to me. "How did you find him?" My father asks me. I go to answer when he cuts me off. "His name is Devon. He is the son of Alpha Silas and Luna Vera, the last survivor of his pack." I gasp. "What?" My father's eyes drift to him in the couch, a fluoredcent glow in his eyes before he turns back to me. "They're all dead."

I just picked up random women to f*ck , not giving them a second glance afterward. No wonder the name of Dark Devil, stuck with me since my university days. Well, the Devil was definitely my cousin, Lucien Sylvester, grandson of Benson Sylvester and the owner of this cruise line. However, my cousins, Dominic and Damien, kept up the family name, too, and together we were The Heartless Devils. Of course, there were ample reasons behind the names. While Lucien and Dominic went through similar shit in life, Damien and I shared similar experiences in the matters of the heart.

There were a few tight chuckles, mostly from the older men in the room who knew better than to laugh too loudly at a Morino joke — especially not when the joke was aimed at the man now taking the throne. Slade continued, circling the platform like a predator stalking something slower than him. “I’ve built this family from the ashes left by the generation before. I’ve made hard choices. Killed to protect our bloodline. Sacrificed things no man should have to. But my son—” he paused, eyes locking with Axel’s, “—he thinks he can do better.” A few muffled laughs. Some discomfort. Axel’s jaw tightened.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

Their dad requested Devon come home. Devon gets an unexpected call from Evan and Mina one day while he was in a business meeting with his staff. He learns that their father has fallen gravely ill and is in ICU. He returns home to see his father and the family. But Devon has all intentions of returning back to Chicago. He's only planning to be here a few days. Until he gets the requests from Evan and his father to stay and help run the business until dad gets well. Devon reluctantly agrees, but for the love of his younger brother he remains.

Devon sat at the edge of Daemon's bed and looked at the weird ghostly paintings on the wall. Her husband is showering in the bathroom while she's clutching hard at her nightie praying that it will be over soon. After the wedding, Daemon brought her to his house just across the Alley 56 to consummate their marriage. "I need a son, Devon. The earlier you give me one, the earlier you will be released from our deal." His words rang into her head like a recorder.

"Sir, with all due respect, I am not just assuming you are, I know you are because my late father-in-law mentioned it to us and we saw a picture of you indicating that you are one, you are Alex's grandfather and we know you know but that's not the problem, the problem is why have you not come for them or show yourself?" Mr. Devon chuckled to himself, "I know you to be an intelligent young man. I will not deny to you that I am Devon Coker and Peter was my son. It's just that some things are better left as they are. I have the connection to have kept my son alive or his kids safe but then, I was made to swear an oath by their father never to intervene in his family's affair. I don't know Peter

Who knows, you're going to have to read the book about Travis to find out. I can promise you that my son's life will be interesting and it'll be full of action, dark and twisted love of his own, betrayal, loyalty, sexual desires, violence, and darkness, but as far as the devil goes, there will be no more talk of the devil. The devil died the day Commander Luca died and he won't be coming back anytime soon... or will he? only time will tell after all...

I am praying that it’s not true. “Please, let my son go!” Lucas’s mother yells. The devil faces her and uses his hands lazily to signify that his men drag Lucas’s mom here. They do, and she is on the ground. “Your damn son robbed the Don’s house and dared to push his grandmother from a flight of steps when she caught them. Say your last goodbye to your sons!” a gangster next to the devil says, and I freeze. He’s a Don? A mafia Don?