How To Survive As The Devil's Daughter Novels & Stories

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

“I don’t blame you. It’s only natural for kids of our age to believe that only heroes can fight against evil. But I’m done with believing those bluffs. I’ve moved on. Up until now we’ve been living in a mirage created by mom where we could see that the world is a peaceful and beautiful place. But the reality speaks differently. You know what I believe.......? At that time I couldn’t recognize my little brother. He used to be a noble, simple minded and an angel but this was the time when he turned into a complex, twisted minded devil. He said, “ To annihilate the evils, you have to be…..THE DEVIL…..”

“We cannot act reckless. Not now. That’s exactly what he wants.” “How can you ask me to be calm?” I shouted back, my voice breaking as the tears I’d been holding back finally spilled over. “He’s marked her, Silas. Our daughter is marked by the devil. She is a only five. Five!” My voice cracked, and I pressed my hands against my chest, as though that could soothe the ache clawing me apart from the inside. “And Draco already decided her destiny...”

So Noir practically hid Blanche on his wings, let her stay with them, met Zara that became his ex-wife, met his half-brother, Doe, basically everyone that's dear to him, everyone that Blanche wished to have. But still, just like someone who jumps in the air, she needs to get back on the ground. She has pulled back again to the organization and that's when she met the devil. She assured her that's everything will be ordered just like she want if she just submits back to her. And who can't say no to that? The devil knew what she did and she's being hated so what's stopping her to say 'no' to her? Just like what the devil said, she can be a man and a woman, she can do things others can't, she c

" I thought you were ready to fight the world for that girl. But you left her real quick. All talks after all. Words never had any meaning. Promises, Love... all are for those who are weak. You proved it yourself Kiara." With one snap, the place returned to darkness and everything else was gone. The Dark Devil, slowly stood up, pulling the shadows around him into a cloak. " I will find you woman... don't worry. I will make you witness my rise. You will see with your own eyes, the very thing that you denied. I asked you for one child. I promised you we would live happily together after that. But you chose violence. You chose to stand against me. And anybody who dares oppose me, will pay the p

Took me three days to remind them how I handle threats through silence, fire, and bullet holes. By the time I got back, the vows had already been exchanged, and the party was over. And now Lyra Kane, Vincent’s daughter, was sleeping under my roof. She was twenty-four with striking green eyes, a sharp tongue and a body built for sin. She moved like a threat. Eyes always watching, calculating. Like she knew she was deep in enemy territory and didn’t plan to die quietly. That girl had steel under her skin, and the second I laid eyes on her, I knew she wasn’t just a bride.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

The man looked back at him. “I’ll make this simple.” “Hand over Subject Three.” “And I walk away.” “No.” The answer came without hesitation. The stranger sighed. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He slowly raised one gloved hand. Every masked attacker lifted their weapons at once. The air itself seemed to freeze. Then the stranger spoke six words that made Damien’s blood run cold. “Bring me the Devereaux girl alive.” The stranger’s command echoed through the storm. “Bring me the Devereaux girl alive.”

Ad that will be my ace card. I slowly get down from the top of the tree. As silently as I can so the two won’t notice me. When I see that they are ready to continue traveling, I smoothly hop in on the back of the wagon full of wheat straw. Successfully unnoticed. I smiled wickedly. I do not know where they are going but I do not care. I just need to be away from here. The farthest the better. So I can start searching for that devil. Whilst travelling, memories of the past taunted me. I cannot bear it nor control. I remembered him. His smile, his sweet gesture. His kisses. Never knew he was a demon in disguise.

“He desecrates the gifts you have given us!” My father pauses dramatically. I wait with bated breath. “Well? Did the Goddess save him and his son?” I ask exasperated, unable to wait a moment longer for the answer. My father hangs his head in disappointment. “The goddess never came.” He says quietly. “Why!” I demand. Good has to triumph over evil. That is the order of things. That is how the world works. “Our Goddess blesses us with many things. A wolf bound to our souls, the ability to shift, strength, power, a mate, and free will. That will can be used for good or evil.” He explains. He hands me a slice of watermelon. “Take a bite.”