I Married The Devils Son Novels & Stories

My eyes darted to her tablet, it was a grainy, long-lens photo of a man emerging from a black car. Even in pixels, he commanded the space around him. He was tall,broad-shouldered, black hair and grey eyes. Lucien Alexander. The tabloids called him “The devil.” I looked back at Lina, and shrugged. “So?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You want to date him?” I gave an eyebrow waggle, knowing full well how ridiculous it was. Dating Lucien Alexander? Impossible. The rumors didn’t just say he was difficult, they said he was the devil’s own son. “Obviously,” I finished, the humor fading into simple fact. “That man is a no-go zone.”

Akshara asked while watching the faded moon, "Devil, are you sure that we got married?" Dev moved towards her, "Yes... ours is a legal relationship. Even Las Oajar has nothing to say about it. This amulet I gave is a token and symbol of our relationship." "You said that before. But I wonder and can’t believe my own eyes." Akshara felt a mixture of awe, shock, surprise, and fear."Devil... Am I married to you? Oh my god, I am married. I am married to a non-human creature. I married a hybrid dragon. I married a hybrid wizard. I am fated to marry the combo living being of an animal and a magician. And..."

For some reason, everyone feared me because of my strong face, cold expression, and eyes like that of the devil's incarnate. Well, I wasn't the devil incarnate to be exact, I was his son. The son of the Devil, and as such, that makes me a devil also. A devil with no heart. “ From who?” I cocked my brows. “ From Gamma Rover.” He replied, and a knowing smirk graced my lips. “ What is that little man up to?” I chuckled darkly, staring at the letter in my hand. It's been four days since he sent the first letter introducing a marriage proposal.

It had papers and his previously spilling beer bottle which is now empty on his desk. The room was dim and his curtains were closed, not letting the sunlight through, The intimidation was seeping out of him and yet his back was to me as he spoke. You are my youngest child and only daughter he said, "You are going to get married to Nikola Hernando". My father put out his cigarette as he turned his chair around to see my reaction. My heartbeat froze from just hearing the name. Nikola Hernando as in the Mafia man. "They are the biggest mafia's family father", I responded with fear in my voice , I didn't want to marry someone because of power, I wanted to marry because of love.

- I started the engine and made my way to the cafe which the devil mentioned . " I can't be weak ..No I'm not that weak .I should protect my son ..No matter what "- with a determination I went inside the cafe .. Immediately spotted the devil sitting like a queen .. I know how badly I want to smash her face ..but I can't .. because my son is with her . You all must be wondering who is my son right .? Well you will know soon . Don't worry . " Wow ...You actually came ..How dare you ..How dare you ..You actually married to him .? " - jasmine half yelled while gritting her teeth ..

"Are you even sure you have what it takes to be his wife? The mother of his unborn children?" I looked up, slowly and he gave me a crooked smile. "Being polite and cuddly isn’t going to cut it when you’re marrying a devil from Marseille." He said, stepping slow around the counter. "He’s back home now. Back where all his demons and ghosts lie. Back where his family always wanted him. Back in the serpent den." I gripped the glass tightly. As I began to pour, Cedric stepped forward and placed his hand over mine, stopping the motion and resting both our hands on the juice box.

Some girls dream of marrying a prince while I dreamt of a devil. I never imagined I’d actually marry one. But I knew deep down, this was the right move. For me. This devil has come to save me from those threatening me. But the question was how will I save myself from him? With each passing day, I fell further and further under his spell. This devil would protect me and everything close to me. Roman might be a lot of things, but he protected innocents. Just like his friends also did. “You’re now husband and wife,” the priest proclaimed.

I picked it up with trembling fingers and read. > "There's something I want you to know," the text began. "Cillian is a devil. I saw the video trending online and I know you feel like you have no one. I'm calling because I care—really care. He’s trying to get into your head to break us apart. Don’t let him succeed." >

I decided to look for her only to see her with my mother in the lounge area. "Hello, sweetheart." My mother's smile was genuine. I'd only seen her smile that way when I'd finally agreed to marry Genevieve. "Hello, Bianca." Mum sat down beside her. "Did Caleb tell you what happened?" Genevieve glanced toward the hallway. "He said it was an accident." Mum's expression darkened. "It wasn't." Genevieve frowned. "What do you mean?" "That wretched girl did this to him."

His eyes showed no emotion, his face devoid of any expression, a coldness I hadn't seen in years. My inner voice kept singing, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you" but this was turning into my worst nightmare. It was my birthday, and I had narrowly escaped a shark attack, only to now face something even more shocking – my first love turning out to be the Devil's son himself. Lex locked eyes with me, and time seemed to slow down. I desperately wanted to read his mind, understand his motives, but it was futile. I hadn't realized I had been living with the Devil's offspring.