I Married The Devils Son Novels & Stories

If he did, the devils might seize this opportunity to invade and take over the palace forever. Torn between his ancient rules and his love for his son, the Emperor glared at Vivica with burning eyes and finally spoke through gritted teeth. “I, Heavenly Emperor Angel Dominiel, no longer consider the child made between the Devil Emperor and my granddaughter Vivica as forbidden children or a sin… but as children born from soulmates.” The moment the words left his mouth, the sky thundered wildly. For the first time in eternity, the sacred laws of the Heavenly Realm had been changed. The consequences of this single declaration would ripple far beyond what anyone could predict.

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While feeling annoyed at this fact, I couldn't help but scoff to myself in disdain when I thought that only Valeria would believe that she and Chris were nothing more than 'best friends'! But it was better that she never thought of him that way, wasn't it? Because if she did, then it would never be my turn... Besides, she was married to none other than that Mr Devil. He was someone Chris wouldn't ever be able to compete with, because despite being decrepit, wrinkly, old and ugly, the man was infamously powerful.

She staggered on her words, her body shuddering tremendously. This man terrifies her, a lot. His uncanny sensation frightens and scares the people around him. He's known for his aloofness, unemotional, ruthlessness, and savagery. He's a man who doesn't care about anyone likewise a soul not to mess with. He's extremely cold, he's brutal and dangerous. Many see him as a non-human even the distinct souls around England acknowledge him as... The devil’s son. "I think he's still drunk, thank goddess!" Madam Madison inwardly muttered, clenching her chest in a little relief as she gazed at the gelid king.

He turned around and continued walking again, Venus struggling to keep up with his long powerful strides. "My father was a bastard, I killed him myself, and now some fucking how he is alive," Dante said gruffly, growling in the end. Seeing that his anger was surfacing. Hesitantly Venus slipped her hand into his, hoping to calm him down, upon touch, he jerked his head back to look at her, and then their entwined hands, sighing deeply, he tugged her along with him, hands joined. "My mother was a lovely woman, gentle and graceful, and my father too was a good man, after conquering a few packs his thirst for power increased, he changed.

I removed my seat belt and then clutched my purse right as I stared into his eyes… Leonardo was different, he didn't seem like the bully he was back then. He cared about his daughter, but I can't bring myself to marry the man who has hurt me the most. “I'm sorry.” I muttered.

I whispered as he leaned closer to join our foreheads together. "I know, and I don't have any problem with it. You can hate me as much as you want. It won't change the truth that you are my wife from now," he replied, which made me sigh with heaviness. He is a psychopath. "Forced wife. If you have forgotten, then let me remind you that you forced me to marry you after killing my father." I groan angerily, seeing him all silent. "I haven't forgotten anything, Bella." He replied while leaning closer to my neck base.

"I guess it took coming back here to realize the great man I have had by my side all these years. Ian is real, Devon. He is my partner, and he is Lucia's dad, in every way that matters." Devon was speechless. His mouth opened and closed several times, but no sound came out. The Black Coffee sat there, forgotten, cooling in the air. The words "tried to kill me" and "left Lucia to die" spun in his mind, eclipsing everything else. All the possessiveness, all the anger he had about Ian, all the rivalry it vanished, replaced by gratitude. He felt sick. He felt like the biggest fool in the world. He had married a killer. He had brought a murderess into his home, made her the mother of his daughter

There are things even the Devil doesn't want to hear. Yes, he can smile at the sound of bones cracking, he can find pleasure in watching someone bleed—but there are some things that even he cannot stomach. Some sins awaken something deeper… darker. Dante's blood burned. His fury twisted like a blade in his hand. Who could have kidnapped his Sunshine? Who had the death wish to lay a hand on his woman? If anyone should kidnap her, it should be him. If anyone should feel the warmth of her skin, it should be him—only him.

Gideon’s blood was soaking into the hem of my wedding dress where I knelt. “It’s just the beginning,” Devon said softly. The promise in his voice made my skin crawl. I rose on shaky legs. Every step toward him felt like walking into my own grave. I had to step over Gideon’s corpse—my silk slipper squelching slightly in the spreading pool of blood. The metallic scent filled my nose. I joined Devon at the altar, trembling. He signaled the officiant, who looked ready to faint. The words began. “Do you, Devon Cole Warner, take Irene Evelyn Harvey as your mate and wife under pack law and moon binding?”