I Married The Devils Son Novels & Stories

Yet, he has this hold on me; he keeps drawing me in when I know that I should not. So with only but a smile, I pull him closer to me and lay lips softly against his. He only looks at me rather confused, “You do not wish for an explanation?” That, there, tells me that I have, in fact, heard him, so with those trembling hands, I only but whisper to him, “Are you really the Devil?” He softly chuckles at me, “The Devil’s son.” “But that still makes you a Devil, or are you one of those ungodly…?”

My father took my mother for the operation, but unfortunately, she didn't make it, leaving him with a debt to pay despite the unsuccessful outcome. Two weeks passed, and my father was unable to pay the money. He pleaded with Levi for more time, who offered two options: either my father would indulge in human trafficking or marry me off to him. My father rejected both offers, saying he would pay the debt. However, after struggling to gather the money, he eventually accepted Levi's demand to marry me off. But I refused and ran away from my birth pack, unwilling to live with someone as heartless as Levi, known as "The Son of the Devil."

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha

I would not imagine being in an environment where I am befriended by the devils and if I would have attempted to imagine then it would be more terrifying. Unknowingly the true love of my life Imani; I call her my black beauty had been used to staying and living with the devil characters. He knew their does and donts and it was now about five years since he got married in a shadow wedding. I had missed everything on her. Not the kisses, not the tight hugs, and even our intimacy.

I ask as I look down at the floor in front of my father's desk. My father falls silent. I slowly look up at him to see him staring intensely at me. "What are you talking about son?" He asks seriously. "Layla was pregnant when she died. The deal I made with the devil was fulfilled upon her death. Our unborn child died with her and its lifeforce was absorbed into her body giving her a second chance at life. As soon as the devil and I made our deal I became the devil. That was the devil's plan from the beginning." I reply.

The Russians have done things far worse than we have. Especially Semion aka the devil. He has no weakness, is very intelligent, and has brutal skills on the field. The stories I've heard of him are incredible. He might be the most feared man in the underworld but that inspires me more to be far worse than him. The Italians have studied his moves carefully. Knowing what his witnesses destroyed him but for the past century, we haven't found anything until last month. His precious daughter. He's done a great job hiding his daughter from us but now that she's soon to reach her 20s and searching for a husband. This is our opportunity to take him down.

He stopped in front of me, towering above me, his voice a razor against my skin. “You will.” I gasped, stumbling back into the chair. “You’re not him. You’re not…” “I’m better.” His lips curled, but there was no humor in it. “Angelo would’ve held your hand. I’ll break it if you try to run.” My heart thundered. My mother’s silence pressed against my ears. My father’s approval stung like poison. And at that moment, I understood. My fate had been rewritten. I wasn’t marrying a prince. I was marrying the devil.

“God. What’s wrong with my choices in men?” Jim stepped closer, giving me just enough space. His voice was steady. “The leaked footage. From the hospital incident. His team tried to cover it up. Called it fake. Said it was doctored. But we knew better. And now…” I finished for him, hollow and cold. “Now you want me to help you kill him.” Silence. Then: “Yes.” The room went still. My lungs felt tight. The floor tilted under my feet. Devon. The man I married. The man I loved. The father of my children…

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.

Gideon, Peter’s granddad suspected. “Everyone may fear you. But not I. I’m a level 7 devil – while you're just a demon. You have to do as I say, sir. I know what you do with your son’s wife. The lonely nights spent at Eden club since your wife passed away whom you married to inherit her wealth. You were nothing until your wife married you. And who knows if she ever died a natural death. What do you think?” “You devil!” Gideon hit his walking stick with such force that it looked like it was going to shatter.