Devils Son Name Novels & Stories

Aslan. I had no idea how long I was standing looking at him. When the burning cigarette touch the corner between my two fingers only then I came back from the shock. “Shhaaahhhh...” I hissed in pain shaking my hand. "Aslan.... so you are Mehmood bhai right hand...I must say... Never thought that you are ' The Aslan'. .. About whom I heard a lot." He declared mockingly. My eyes which were downcast, shot up at him.

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.

Now she felt the lub-dub sound of her heart raising in each seconds. "Yeah, then inform him that my and his wife 's phone has got interchanged from a cafe. l saw his name in emergency saved number list in that phone as my hubby. So l contacted him", said Abigal from other side peacefully. "His wife!!!", asked Heaven in astonishment. "Yeah, his wife l think. ln this phone this number contact saved as 'my hubby Heaven's father' ", said Abigal with a sigh. "l am Heaven, but my dad is lsaac and mother is Sophia. And the above mentioned Sandy is my uncle", said Heaven by clearing the things.

We all sat down and my dad smiled at me. "Is this your daughter?" Mr Davis, my dad's business associate asked. "Of course" my dad replied with a proud look on his face. "She's gorgeous" "Thank you," I replied and found myself staring at Mr Davis' son who was sitting not far from his father. He looked to be a few years older than me. He was good-looking, I'll give him that. He had brown hair and startling hazel eyes. It suited him though. The second son was just as goodlooking but he had brown hair and blue eyes. "What's your name, beautiful?" His dad said to me. "Devon," I replied.

She smelled like a magnolia tree. “Daniel I have been looking forward to this day.” He spoke without opening his eyes. He knew Daniel but how? Daniel was angry. “Who are you?” Daniel spoke softly but his anger was heard. His voice deepened as he repeated himself.”Who are you?” “Damnation. Why did Bowen give you that name? Your mother wanted you to be called….” Daniel cut the priest off. “No one calls me Damnation. My name is Daniel. I am the son of Lucifer and the mighty…”

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.”

The night was humid, filled with the chirping of crickets and distant ocean waves. She didn’t know that miles away, in a black SUV, a man with a storm in his heart was speeding toward her. A man who had burned the world for her. Zayden.

"Those bastards..." "They really went too far this time." "My name is Xolvion. Xolvion Valous by the way. I am the youngest son of the demon lord of the Valous kingdom, and next in line to his throne." "Unlike my brothers and sisters, I didn't inherit any magical power or crazy strong abilities. Nope. I'm the bastard son of a lowly Succubus that my father fucked a couple of times. For some reason, unknown to me, my father chose me as his next heir to the throne, a hornless bastard, good for nothing."

Elijah says smugly, adjusting his tie, yep, he's gonna get a little hostile. My Dad always did stuff like this. Whenever he wanted me to co-operate with him, he would call Devon .Devon was the only person he could use to get to me. Devon Ramirez, he was a year older than Elijah, he was as tall as Elijah was but instead of black hair and green eyes, Devon had brown hair and blue eyes, he was handsome indded. He worked in his father's company, has his own department, just like Elijah did, and worked on the extreme top floor. Devon and I were close, but then my father got entwined with his father and our relationship turned to shreds, ever since then, my father used him to get to me.