Devils Son Movie Novels & Stories

She saw her Heaven standing there in a white frock with her innocent smile. When Lizzy saw her Heaven calling her by stretching her both little hands for a hug, she ran near her. When she reached close to her, she saw a large tough male hand with a red stoned ring in middle finger shutting her daughter's mouth and snatching her from her by giving a kick. She heard the roaring of him, 'Oh! my daughter Rose has returned to our world...He-hwee-hee.' Sandy closed the door and on the way back, he said loudly to Lizzy, "Hey babe...it's paper distributor. He came for this month's money.

Fire. She was chewing his mom’s fingers. The stranger advances further and Damon decides he's had enough for the day. ‘I feel sick.’ "Fine. If you won't leave, I will." With a pained 'tch', the boy's shoulder is colliding harshly with Clay's for the second time that evening. The cloth crinkles with the faintest of sound, when Damon's limp of impassioned retreat is grounded to a halt. The hand that curls around his thin arm—it's no larger than his own, yet unfathomably strong—draws him to a stop.

Her steps retaliated, "how sometimes I don't have to do anything to created chaos. It's like it has a mind of its own and speaks when it sees fit." "So," he said plastering a familiar grin on his face, "what do I do for you little sinner?" Sonny cringed internally at the name. She still hadn't been able to wrap her mind around why the name didn't sit well with her, "I need you to help me find someone," The devil smirked, "The one that stabbed you!". Her brows furrowed in confusion, "How do you know that?" "Because you shall not harm her- not yet!!!"

“Ethan!” But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t try. Coward. Dante leans close as I’m hauled past him, his breath warm against my ear. “Say goodbye to your prince, doll. The devil’s claimed you now.” I scream until my throat burns, until the church disappears, until the night air swallows me whole. The car reeks of leather and gunpowder. My wrists burn against the zip ties. Two men flank me, rifles across their laps. “Let me out!” I shout, kicking the door.

Eric took slow walks around her, thinking of the necessary part to start from. He stopped walking and squatted in her front, he wanted her to see his face while he explained the whole thing to her. “I am the son of Evans Draco, the fourth most dangerous man in the mafia world.” He stated with pride and he could see the shock on Rebecca’s face when he said that. “Wanna know who the first is?” He asked, but he didn’t get a reply. Rebecca’s curious gaze was already a reply for him, so he continued. “Your father, Michael Lucas.”

She staggered on her words, her body shuddering tremendously. This man terrifies her, a lot. His uncanny sensation frightens and scares the people around him. He's known for his aloofness, unemotional, ruthlessness, and savagery. He's a man who doesn't care about anyone likewise a soul not to mess with. He's extremely cold, he's brutal and dangerous. Many see him as a non-human even the distinct souls around England acknowledge him as... The devil’s son. "I think he's still drunk, thank goddess!" Madam Madison inwardly muttered, clenching her chest in a little relief as she gazed at the gelid king.

My gaze rotated around the room and spotted dad's beaten body sprawled out on the floor and mom's seemingly untouched one hovering over him as she wept. Bathing in overwhelming shock, my hands flew up to cover my mouth. Kasan did this? He's the one dad has been trying to get away from all this time? My lips quivered a bit when it dawned on me... I slept with the man who wants us dead, the man who's so ruthless that people even call him the Devil!???

A manly figure slides inside and slowly shut the door behind his back. He took predatory steps towards my frame. My body trembled under each approaching steps. He came closer and crouched down at my level blocking the sunlight. I peered at him. His face is stoic and void of any emotion. Yet I get the glimpse of the devil incarnate within him. He studied my face with a hard gaze as his thumb traced my bottom lip. The touch of his hand made my head flinch back. My eyes caught his hardened expression and a shiver passed through my spine. My breathing escalated with fear and trepidation.

a familiar voice said, Yep, I know that annoying voice from anywhere, please God let it not be who I think it is. Someone was approaching from the shadows, I could see a perfectly structured body already, “You have got to be kidding me”, he was slowing approaching where we were seated with drinks in his hands like it was a movie scene or something, as he got closer I finally got to see who it was yep it was the devil, Davis Garraway. “You have no right to comment on someone else’s look, her looks is none of your business, all of you” he continued as he looked at them all

The methods he uses for killing or ‘talking’ aren't jokes. “Trust me. It’s my fucking business,” Devil says, stepping closer. Now they’re nose to nose, well, as close as they can be. The girl barely reaches his shoulders. “And how is that?” she dares him, eyes cool. “He’s my old man,” Devil says. In the corner of my eye, I see Chaos, Devil’s father. As usual, his face gives nothing away. “Ah, that’s fine then,” she says. “I’m Violet. Apparently… you’re my older brother. Steven?”