Novel & Cerita How To Survive As The Devil's Daughter

At least she could survive even though she had to be tortured by the devil in front of her. "If it's the devil behind me that killed my parents, I'm willing to lay down my life for you if you kill him," Iris said firmly. "HAHAHAHAHA! STUPID! SO STUPID!" Iris closed her eyes while placing her hands on her thighs. She didn't care anymore about the damn demon that killed her parents. It sounds ridiculous, but it is worth trying. Negotiate with the devil. The demon who had been standing still and like a statue finally moved closer to her. And just as she felt his hand touch her hair, the door to her apartment was violently smashed by someone.

The Voss name would be obliterated. I couldn't allow that to happen. I would endure whatever he threw at me to ensure he stood at that altar, no matter how much it cut. On my way out of the mansion, a sleek black sedan pulled up the driveway. Dario’s father stepped out. I quickly offered a polite greeting. The aura of authority that radiated off that man was terrifying, it was easy to see why the streets whispered his name with trembling respect. They called him the Devil for a reason. Later that night, I lay awake in bed, staring at the wedding checklist glowing on my phone. A notification interrupted my thoughts, an I*******m story update from Viva, one of Dario’s usual circle.

A woman dressed entirely in red with cheekbones sharp enough to kill a man could never possibly be named something normal like Jane. She leans forward and flutters her lashes at me "Also... if you ever change your mind about the sex work thing, hit me up." I scoff. "Trust me. That’s never happening." By this time tomorrow I'd be permanently shackled to Pierre. He already told my stepdad he had no intention of letting me leave the house until I'd given him four sons! And they'd freaking laughed about it like it was a joke! So yeah... My life would be practically over by tomorrow.

“I can see that, Milo. But you guys do not understand. She was sold so we’d erase her, not keep her as a lost daughter.” “Eww,” Milo blows a bubble gum. “I can’t be seen as a couple with you.” “Even in the devil’s dreams, I wouldn’t offer.” “But you forget, you are the devil.” “Fuck you.” “Okay, easy now. You guys must be scaring her with all the animal grunts.” “All the better,” Varen mumbles. “She learns how people of the world are; she stays alive.” “Let’s just see what she can do,” Milo says, rubbing the back of is nape.

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?”

I blinked at her, taken aback by the raw ferocity in her tone. She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing with an intensity that caught me off guard. “You want to escape? Then eat. Build your strength. Familiarize yourself with this place. Memorize the halls, the doors, the guards’ rotations—whatever it takes. But stop wasting time crying in the dark.” There was an unyielding quality in her voice. Not sympathy-no, this was the voice of someone who’d survived monsters and learned how to navigate their dangerous world. I remained silent, my mind racing.

I slapped her on her cheeks as I grabbed her hair. “Marva, indeed you shared the same name. But you aren't Marva. You are the child of a devil who doesn't have any form but only those black squirmy things. You were born like that because you were born the sins of your parents for blaspheming the Lord God. When you see that I with a happy and healthy life, the kind of life that you always want, the kind of life you always wish, you were blinded by your greed. You became greedy. You wanted to have a human form just like mine, you wanted to become like me. You want to possess me to become like me but because you hated me greatly, you decided to kill me. Am I right?” I softly said but my eyes we

I asked putting the knife away. "I am a magician and I am after eradicating the demons" She replied and I smiled. "May I ask why?" I replied. Flashback. A little girl of eight years old could be seen playing with her toy when a demon entered into their mansion and killed her father, mother and senior brother leaving only her alone. She was able to survive without parents because they are rich and there is no family claiming the wealth. She lived with that pain and vowed to eradicate all the demons on earth.

He kicked his face and then stabbed his hand afterwards. Daemon bit his mouth so he could imprison the sound of his screaming inside him. Gestoni has seen how he suffered in his hands. That is not enough. He will not give him another opportunity to see him take his beating again. “Weak people will never have a chance to succeed in this cruel world, child. That’s what I’m teaching Devon. Being my daughter, having my name, is not enough for her to survive “She doesn’t need all that. I will make sure to protect her.”

We get back to the club house as Legion goes straight to the door to unlock it to see that both girls were sitting on the bed. “Angel, we’re going to need to talk to you on what just happened and I’m hoping that you can explain it further to us on how you got involved with the Burning Devils MC.” “No, I don’t want to talk about them.” I wasn’t that shock she didn’t want to explain herself. If she were innocent, I would think she would jump to explaining things, but no she stays silent. “Well, are you then wanting to return to the Burning Devils?” “No, please don’t make me go back to them.”