Devils Son Novels & Stories

The air seemed to grow colder, the shadows deepening and twisting into grotesque forms. And then, my father saw him. The devil. He was tall and imposing, with piercing black eyes that seemed to bore into my father’s very soul. His skin was a deep, fiery red, and his voice was like thunder. "So, you're the one who's been seeking me out," The devil said, his voice dripping with malevolence. "What is it that you want from me and why?" My father swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "I want to be successful," he said finally. "I want to be rich and powerful, and I want to never have to worry about money again."

Everything just going fine, you just play your part well then there won't be any problem if you ask me how can son let this happen something like that, you will be surprised I am the one who supports him because I hate him so much" after that chairman man's son " demon, cancel the call, which makes them concerned about the safety of else, how will they trust someone who possesses devil intellect. demon reaches home, he saw the car of someone who he did see before, it's nothing new, a prostitute car, always there, because demon's father is a complete pervert, he is old but he sleeps with many women. when going out, he listens to his father's conversation with a lady. " Why are you living so s

With him being a DEVIL? . . . TBC

"And he doesn't even intend to care for him or anything. He just wants to take him away to spite me… because he can." I remain silent, trying to process the truckload of information coming my way. "Our father was a bad man. A very horrible man." He continues. My heart falls when I see the pain in his almost emotionless eyes. This is a side of Mason people do not get to see often. Scratch that. This is a side of Mason people do not get to see at all. "Now, Devon wants to follow in his footsteps. He wants to destroy what is left of our family." Okay, I am really begining to hate this Devon guy. No wonder my skin crawled when I saw his devilishly angelic face.

“How soft your hands are. Come. Sit right next to me.” I obliged, and allowed him to bring me to the couch he had just risen from. We sat next to each other and I brought my gaze back to the devil. “Would you like some wine? It is the best I have had in a long time. This man right here, he does everything!” Lev heaped praises on the devil. “Everything indeed.” I nodded. “Here, have some. Tell me what you think.” He gave me his glass. I accepted and took a sip from it.

“For years, I searched. Not just for Slade, but for answers. My father—Aaron Costello—he wasn’t the man I thought he was. There were secrets. Debts. Enemies. And Slade… Slade killed him.” Axel’s eyes darkened. The name slithered like poison through the air. For some bizzare reason he recognised it. “Over a dispute,” Daniel continued. “A bad one. Something got out of control. That’s why I’m here.” Axel swallowed hard. The confession landed heavier than any bullet.

He shifted, leaned back, legs spread wider, one boot tapping the floor with lazy rhythm. “I’m sure you’ve heard of The Devil,” he said. His voice was smooth. Deep. Too calm. It wasn’t the kind of voice that threatened you. It was the kind that made promises you knew would come true, even if they were the kind to make your skin crawl. I blinked. “Only the one from the Bible.” He chuckled. Low. Warm. Wrong. “Are you religious, Luca?” He said my name. It sounded like silk being pulled tight against my throat.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

he held Jackie's face, wiping her tears with his thumb. "I'm fine now. Tell me everything that happened while I was unconscious," Jameson said. ___ "Are you the Billionaire Devil?" Einstein's six-year-old son, Ben, asked Diego, who turned his head in his direction. "How did you..." "My father told me one of his friends is a Devil and the other is an Angel. You're definitely the devil one." Diego smirked and ruffled the boy's hair gently. "Thanks for the compliment, little one." "You're welcome. Can I sit beside you, devil?" he asked cutely.

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.