I Married The Devils Son Novels & Stories

I ask, feeling bad for the woman who is blinded by love. Bethany began to answer in a bitter tone. “I truly don’t know what she sees in that man. Yes, he’s handsome but his character is truly quite ugly. He’s more of a hit it and quit it type of man. He’s been known to be the Devils’ son.” Bethany made a sound of disgust. “Devils’ son?” I spoke out loud. Dread slowly began to fill me. Like the horror of an avalanche coming a person’s way.

The world came to a standstill when our lips touched. "Isabella Pari Morretti. I like the sound of that." His words mirrored my words from four years ago. He was surprisingly gentle with the kiss, tugging at my bottom lip a little before letting go. He was grooming me for my days in hell. The Congregation jumped in happiness, cheering loudly. It was official. I was married to the Devil now and no one could save me. As we walked away from the altar, I looked at my parents. While my dad sighed in relief that I didn't ruin his deal, my mother covered her face to hide her tears.

The next morning. The sun had barely risen when a piece of news shook the entire nation. A major business news outlet released a headline in bold letters: "DEV. Group's Supreme Leader, Devan Alistair, Officially Announces His Marriage to Alexa Ivander, the Young Lady of the Ivander Family." At the Alistair family's main residence, the peaceful breakfast atmosphere suddenly turned gloomy. "What does this mean?!" Daniel frowned as he read the news. Devan—his half-brother from the same father but a different mother—had married Alexa, the woman who was supposed to marry his son, Ronan.

Wasn't like it was waiting for us to fuck it up. Sophie met my eyes. “We have to try, Damon." I gave up. We moved towards the altar. The old bloodlines watched in stunned silence as we placed our son on the stone. He looked so small against the glowing runes. Golden-red light ran out from the three of us, and merged with the Convergence energy. The altar blazed. The Devourer screamed as the seal began to form. But as the light went bright, the Devourer pushed back. One of its tendril shot forward and pierced Lucas’s small chest. My son screamed. The bond between us shattered.

“Well, you wouldn’t have the guts anyway. Chloe should be your everything when you get married. You have to listen to her. If she says jump, you say how high. If you ever disrespect her, your father and I will break your legs.” Devon whimpered, “Mom, am I your son?” “You wouldn’t stand a chance with Chloe if you weren’t. I would’ve kicked you to the curb. No one but my son can have her. “You’re my son, but you were born just to be Chloe’s lesser half.” Devon was caught between tears and laughter. It was no secret how much Iris adored Chloe. Chloe had not walked down the aisle. Yet, his parents were already on her side.

"I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..." "He doesn’t – but there are more devils than Lucifer. I'm the daughter of Julien, his firstborn son. Lucifer is my grandfather." Melia relaxes and soars back over to Indra. She points to her necklace. "If you want my help, Indra, the devil's daughter, you must give me the Havor ring hanging around your neck." Indra shakes her head and places a protective hand against the neck ring. "It's a gift from Odin. I have given him a promise to never take it off."

He saved her, nursed her to health, listened to her uncompleted and vague story about her wanting to escape from an evil man, married her, and brought her to another country, which coincidentally was her favorite country - Modestria. Not only that, but he also took care of her Mom, who had fallen in because of her Dad’s ordeal of being framed and sent to prison. Who would have thought… Ivy reached out toward her side and touched the lace fabric of a lingerie. Who would have thought he was actually a Devil in disguise? A Devil who would sell his own wife to whoever was willing to help him with his career. Ivy sat on the bed for some time, letting herself grieve for her fate until she wiped aw

Aphrodite slowly rose to her feet, leaned down slowly, fully aware Sophia was in the room, and ran her index finger down my semi-flaccid shaft that had hardened again from her touch. “This is mine,” she growled possessively before taking her sweet time to tuck me back in. “We're done here,” she murmured, pecking my lips and adjusting her dress. She turned and walked out, not once stopping to acknowledge that Sophia was both red from anger and shock. I blinked, the haze of lust slowly clearing from my head as shock was slowly replaced by pride. I was both proud and shocked at the turn of events. What my mate didn't know was that she'd just awakened the animalistic desires I'd be reigning in,

She may be thinking that I read her mind but the truth is I knew her perception about me beforehand which isn’t anything new even. There is no doubt that the Devils and Angels have been at daggers drawn for years and this mutual animosity is one of the major reasons why my parents were strictly against this marriage. The preachings which have been given to Diana had also been given to me. We both have been taught about the bitter enmity between our worlds and there is no way we can let each other live in peace ever.

With trembling fingers, I looked up and pointed at him, my father even though all of me screamed no. "You're imposing on her!" Devon fired at him. "Olivia is my daughter and this is her home!" He yelled at Devon. He became angry. "Her home is with me! I am her mate!" He blurted out and I stared at him in shock. I could not believe what was going on or what I just heard. I stumbled backwards. The mating ceremony took place but unfortunately I did not attend. How come was I mates with Devon and I did not know?