Devils Son Movie Novels & Stories

I picked up my gun from my drawer, and closed it. “How much did you say you need?” I held my gun discreetly, as I questioned him. “Ten thousand dollars, Diavolo.” “Hmm. And you said it's for your son's treatment?” “Ye-s.” I raised the gun, and I watched him freeze. “Why are you not trembling anymore?” I asked him. “Dia-vo-lo-” “I know crack heads and I know a poser. You're the latter. Who sent you?” “I–”

The tension in the abandoned warehouse was thick enough to choke on. Isabella Rossi stood beside her father, back straight, chin high, wearing a sleek black dress that screamed both elegance and defiance. This “peace meeting” between the Rossi and Moretti families was supposed to stop the bloodbath tearing the city apart. But Bella had a bad feeling the moment Dante Moretti walked in. The Devil’s Son. Twenty-eight, tall, lethal, with sharp cheekbones, dark tattoos crawling up his neck, and eyes like black ice. He leaned against the table like he already owned the room, his full lips curled in a mocking smirk as his gaze dragged slowly down her body.

Oh, fuck me! Crazy me to think even the Devil has a bio on the internet. I searched for every information I needed and I couldn't find any reasonable answer to them. All I could see were comics pictures of what resembled the devil and the majority which were that of animation. I couldn't even find where it was said that the devil did have a son and not even a picture of my cousin could be seen here. Now I see, the internet really needs to be upgraded. I was still surfing through the internet, I dozed off.

Coasting through the safety checklist, I slip inside and close the door with a reassuring clang. The aroma of lavish leather mingled with the tiniest hint of whiskey assaults my nostrils in the coolest way possible. "Done with your therapy?" Saint's voice is buttery smooth, like silk, as he grinds through the pleasurable agony with the girl he's fucking via the phone. "Yep." "How was it?"

'No—release my son! The devil ignored him, raising a clawed hand. The air tore open before him—a jagged void, a maw of swirling blackness rimmed with flickering red flames, whispering promises of eternal torment. It yawned wide, sucking light from the chamber, the edges fraying reality itself. With Kael clutched tight, the devil stepped toward it, the boy's struggles growing frantic.

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

“Do you know who he is?” I shook my head. “He’s Alex Rivera, the only son of our ‘beloved’ vice-principal, Charlie Rivera.” My eyes widened in shock and I went silent for a while. After some time, I finally found my words. “Alex Rivera?” Jessica nodded. “Son of Charlie Rivera?” I said, repeating her words from before. She nodded again. “Not just that, rumors say he had an ill reputation back in Evermour. Drinking, fighting, partying, you name it, he does it. Also, he plays a lot with girls. A total man whore.”

Margarita chuckles through her tears, watching Adele roll her eyes. “Mom,” “What? He is fine.” Adele shrugged and picked up her coat. “For what I know, your dad will not allow leaving this world until I say so.” Margarita remembered her dad’s story about how mom shot him but didn’t allow him to die. One call from her mom and this sleeping devil will raise hell. Adele pecked her cheeks and glanced at Decker. “This world defined him as the devil, but I know this devil will not allow a single flame to touch his woman. And that includes you, Jellybean.”

I started praying that someone could come and help her but deep down I knew she can't be rescued by these monsters. Her shouts were all over the house and I was helpless and terrified. The terror was all over my heart and mind. Just then, the devil held my chin tightly and forced me to open my eyes. "Watch this, Ella. Watch what happens to the person who has killed my child." "Please," I pleaded while crying sadly. "Please, it wasn't her fault... Please." The devil raised his brow and then laughed like I had told him a joke. He stood up and walked to his friend who was thrusting inside her mercilessly and at this moment the woman had turned half unconscious from his torcher.

"Don't," Win said seriously, his gaze intent. The devil raised a brow as he leaned back into his chair. "And why shouldn't I?" he asked with a shrug. "The creatures wants the war to end, and I'm tired of all these tedious planning meetings. I wish to return to my life in hell. As much as I like this place but I am not big fan of Earth and human. I need to go back to my home. I am lucifer son, I have many things to do Win, like helping my father with his demon business""