I Married The Devils Son Novels & Stories

Uncle Ace never failed to support me throughout the journey, even if it meant going against his dearest son. Dearest son? No, scratch that, Devil Son! My devil husband, who never stops giving me minor heart attacks now and then by skipping the part of his life and wondering how he ended up with me. And the priceless expression he gives every time I tell him that he is a father of two kids is unmissable. It seems someone has taken away his entitlement to being a bachelor.

He ran his fingers through his hair as he rolled his eyes. "Marriage? Really?" he whispered. "I did not think that the devil would get married in the land of the living. That's insane." As if something had clicked into her head, Lyra gasped. She ran to get to Derrick's desk and stood right beside his seat. "Dame has a point," she told him. "How are we going to get married when you are literally the devil? Will you get married at a church? Is that possible?" "That's a little disrespectful to the guy up there," Dame commented from the couch. He even looked up to point at the ceiling, making Lyra follow with her eyes.

Emerald asked. "I want us to sleep in the same room, one year is enough to make me want you!" Alaric said. Emerald looked at Alaric with a flat stare. "I told you, don't ever lick your spit, it's disgusting!" Emerald said. Alaric chuckled. "I always get what I want, including you! I'm attracted to you and you have no right to reject me." Alaric said. A mocking smile appeared on Emerald's face. "You know, I'm looking down on you. Who do you think you are? Even if you were my husband, I would only honor our original agreement. I agreed to marry a demon man like you only because of your mother's request." Emerald said.

"They haven't come home yet. Did she already seduce my son?" Lev dispersed a glare directly at her. "Whatever! After all, they are going to be a married couple," she dictated purposefully, knowing that would trigger his anger. He strangled her neck. With a fierce glare, he warned her, "If you don't stop their marriage, I will reveal everything about you and the purpose of all of you guys' ideas to our grandfather." She coughed, hitting his hand. "Get off your hand!" Shouted in her mind.

“I’m coming to get her now,” I said to the kidnapper over the phone the next morning, referring to my mother. Damien had gotten called for a work emergency, so I had asked him to drive me back to the house before he left, where I took a shower and made the call. “You weren’t home throughout yesterday. A little bird told me that you finally got married to that old man of yours. Don’t you think it’s insensitive, getting married to someone when your mother is in the hands of someone who could kill her?” he taunted.

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”

he questioned angrily bringing his voice down recalling his wife was just in the living room. "Well, your son married her a day after her interview at Diamond Corporation. What necessitated the marriage I am not sure," Mark reported. "No, no, no, no, this can't be," Devon said almost whispering as his eyes moved in their socket but not staring at anything in particular while he processed the information. He sat down behind his desk and looked at the documents in hand and there was a picture of little Angela. He recalled the image that was sent to him years ago and he knew Angela was the little girl from that image who was lying next to her dead parents with her back stained with blood.

“You really have no idea who you married, do you?” My body went still, my heart in my throat. Is he really bad? Is he truly the devil people spoke of? Is it too late to redeem him now? “He’s a devil wrapped in a suit,” he said. “You’re just too blinded by whatever childish fantasy you’re living in. But don’t worry soon enough, he’ll show you exactly who he is. And when he finds out about that little mess you’ve been hiding—your useless daughter—he won’t just ruin you… he’ll destroy her too.”

If Dante wants to cast me as the reason his perfect life fell apart, let him watch what that reason does when it stops orbiting him. “So,” Michele says. “Tell me. Are you writing a My‑Evil‑Husband concept album? I’d pay anything to stream that first.” “Working title,” I say. “*The Devil You Married.*” His brows shoot up. “You’re joking.” “Maybe,” I say. His fingers graze the inside of my wrist, where I’m holding my glass. The touch is light, casual to anyone watching. To me, it’s a spark thrown on Tinder that’s already too dry.

Sat me down at the table and brushed my wet hair slowly, and I walked her through every clause of the contract while she listened without once interrupting, which told me how seriously she was taking it. When I finished, she was quiet for a moment. "You married a devil," she said. Her voice had dropped but the fire was still in it. "But maybe devils know exactly which people to burn." She squeezed my shoulder once, hard, the way she had since we were kids. Outside the windows the light was starting to fade. "The stylist team will be here soon," I said. "Dominic arranged it." She looked at me. Something moved across her face, quick and complicated.