I Married The Devils Son Novels & Stories

Luci, I think all this that has been happening to me is all because of the devil. " There is only one reason why the Devil will be after you. Did you make a deal with him, or did your parents did?" Sonia nodded her head. " My forefather, Richeal Sotomayor, he met the devil and together, they made a deal among themselves. He promised that his descendants will serve Lucifer as their Master and it keeps passing on in our blood." " Then what does he want from you?" He asked. " I don't know why he won't let me be. Our family started deviating from this rule, I personally started backsliding so I won't blame him for choosing me as his deal. "

"The man you just married is the leader of a crime organization that is not a part of the code of the mafia. They kill and destroy as they wish. He's worse than Sergio. Far worse." My blood ran cold. "Wh-what?" "Didn't he tell you who he is?" "Luca Vallario, that's what he told me." She nodded, voice shaky with terror, "Yes, but to the rest of the world, he's known as Lucifero." Oh God. What had I done? "The man you married isn't just a monster; he's the Devil himself."

He turned, but not before his fingers brushed mine just enough to spark fire. "Tomorrow, we’re husband and wife. I’ll be yours. As much as you are mine.” And then he was gone. “Holy shit,” Amara and Ella emerging from behind the door. “You’ve got it bad.” Butterflies rioted in my stomach. “Shut up.”Damn traitors. “You’re blushing.” “No, I’m not.” Amara flopped dramatically on the bed. I chucked a hairbrush at her head. she ducked. “Admit it. You’ve got a thing for the Devil.”

it was like the devil himself confessing his acts. I’m indeed the Devil’s Bride. The kind of devil that you’re so comfortable with, before you even realize. The kind that makes your pussy drip, even when you’re angry. “ Megan, just in case my father asks, he shouldn’t know that I told you this or what happens to any of my ex-wives. Okay baby? I need you now like never before. I just thought of letting you know because it just happened suddenly…”

Her soft voice pierced my ears as she gripped my hand firmly. “This accident… was caused by the negligence of our family’s driver.” Her breath was heavy, her lips trembling. “As atonement… marry my son. From tonight onward, you will become part of the Bagaskara family.” I stared at her with swollen eyes. Marry? When I had just lost my father? But the look in her eyes carried both demand and a promise I couldn’t refuse. That night, I signed my fate. --- Five years have passed since that day. I, Devia, am now legally the wife of Argantara Bagaskara.

The call trails off and Adrian continues gaming on his console while Lena gets dressed and prepares for her training. Meanwhile in the abyss, loud gargling and growling of demons can be heard from ever angle. A very handsome man sits on a red throne with long flowing hair. He has perfect golden hair on his chin as he strokes his beards. He has five servants that stand behind him with perfect sync. They dress in ancient, medieval dresses that entails that they have lived for a long and certain period of time. Many low grade demons writhe and snarls as they exhibit uncanny, childish behaviours such as fighting and chasing each other. They come in different appearances such as : Dogs, wolves, h

My mom said and handed me the glass of water. I blushed in front of her and drank the water, “I know that you really love your husband—” I coughed because of what she said and laughed, “Well, maybe.” “You don’t love your husband? Well, I can see how that man looked at you, it was full of love and care.” My mom said with her eyes sparkling in happiness. “And I’m happy that you married a very loving man…” I just smiled because my mom didn’t know anything about Fabian. Yes, Fabian was a good husband, but he’s a mafia boss and everyone calls him devil when he gets mad.

I run to meet him looking to vent my fury, but I'm not fast enough to stop him from walking through the door. “Next time you decide to play the Devil, think it twice, baby,” he says before slamming the door in my face. I collapse to the ground kicking and kicking as I cry like never before in my life. Kidnapped... Locked up with no escape and my captor is not the beast from the books I read, who eventually falls in love with the poor girl. He's much worse, he's a vermin with psychopathic tendencies that only leaves destruction in its wake. "What now, Leah Falco?" I mutter to nothing. "How are you going to get out of this?" I have become the wife of that insensitive and probably murderous psy

It was dark so I had no idea where he was taking me but I knew it wasn't somewhere good because my husband had always told me not to trust him whenever I asked why he wasn't on a good term with his dad. Married to him for five years but I have never caught a glimpse of him, not even a picture. But today I saw him. He was freaking hot. Neat stubble with streak of white hairs, dark green eyes, perfectly shaped eyebrows, dark hairs slicked to the back, looking to be in his late fifties. I can't believe I was dripping for him seconds before he grabbed me and kidnapped me. I had no idea why he would kidnap the wife of his dead son, two days after his son gave up the ghost but just like Gideon had

“So you came to me.” “Yes.” “And why would I help you?” “Because everyone says there’s only one man my father has never been able to control.” She held his gaze. “They call him the Devil.” The faintest smile appeared on Damien’s face. “I’ve never liked that nickname.” “But you never denied it.” “No.” He stood and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the rain-soaked estate. His hands rested casually in his pockets. “You know what people also say about me?” “They say you never lose.”