Lucy Daughter Of Devil Novels & Stories

"You are the next generation to carry on the Bratva. There is so much I want to teach you so that you can become the best of the best so that you can be by my side and we rule the world together. Father and daughter." "I can give you the power, the fear, I can turn you into something more stronger, more powerful, all you have to do is take my hand and trust me Lorraine." he preached, my face twisted in disgust. All of this pain caused me, All this suffering... Was it for power? For me to join him and become another monster, just like him. Killing, torturing, stealing... For power and wealth. He did not see me as his daughter, he never saw me as a daughter, he saw me as a pawn to continue his

“You’ve turned her into a devil too, boss.” Lucian’s gaze cut to him—sharp as a blade. “No. She was born for this. I only gave her the board.” The words silenced the room. Ayla’s eyes flicked toward him at that, fire glinting in their depths. It wasn’t flattery—it was recognition. For the first time in years, she felt her purpose sharpened into something undeniable. Revenge. Power. And beside Lucian, it no longer felt like vengeance alone—it felt like destiny.

But what Sera didn’t know was that the words on the page held a secret she never could have imagined. This wasn’t just about repayment. The contract bound her to be Lucian’s contract wife—and whether she agreed or not, she was expected to give him an heir. From the very start, fate had played with her—her blindness leaving her in the dark about everything around her. But even if she could see, she never would have guessed the truth: she wasn’t just dealing with a wealthy businessman. Lucian Vitale was a ruthless high-ranking member of the Bratva—the most powerful mafia organization in Russia.

The word hits like a blunt object. “For hours I watched Ophelia cry for a child she was told didn’t exist.” Lucy’s voice cracks slightly now. “And I watched you stand tall and unaffectedlike a god rewriting fate.” My hands curl into fists. “You had no authority..” “I had humanity.” Her voice explodes. The girl flinches. “I swapped the girls before dawn,” Lucy continues, breathing harder. “I put your biological daughter in my daughter’s place.” The room tilts. “You’re saying..”

"Bella, I've seen how you look at him when you think no one's watching. And I've seen how he looks at you. This could be dangerous in ways that have nothing to do with the mafia." "I don't look at him any particular way." "Sure. And I'm the Queen of England." I ignored her, staring at Dante's contact on my phone. My thumb hovered over the call button. I was scared. This was insane. He'd laugh in my face. He would use my desperation against me, leverage it to his advantage, make my life hell while enjoying every bit of it. But then I thought of Vittorio's dead eyes and the gun pointed at my father's head. This was a deal between the devil and the devil's son. I chose the devil's son. Only Dan

“Even after I’ve filled you three times today.” Adrian moaned loudly, pushing back to meet every thrust. His hole was slick and swollen, leaking Luca’s cum from earlier, but it still clenched greedily around his thick cock. Luca leaned over him, chest pressed to Adrian’s back, and bit down on his shoulder. “You love this, don’t you? Being used by the devil while the world hunts us.” “Yes,” Adrian gasped. “God yes.”

He cursed. Geraldine had used her magic to drag it away from where he kept it the moment they walked into the church. Geraldine and the rest of the witches burst into laughter. "Get behind me, you daughters of the devil!" he yelled. "Well, you are the real son of the devil. You went about killing innocent witches, killing young girls like poor Anita who suffered death because of you," Lucy said accusingly. "She deserved to die. They all deserved to die!" the priest screamed.

A scream of terror tore from the woman's throat, and she collapsed onto the bed, succumbing to the overwhelming horror before her. "Come to me, my bride," Lucifer, in his rumbling voice, claimed the baby from the bed. It was a girl, still stained with her birth's crimson essence. He entrusted the child to his devoted female servant, and together they departed, descending into the depths of the realm of darkness—Hell itself.

Her voice was down but cold "But why mum??? He's my uncle and I like him. He always play with me and he makes me happy." He said sadly bending his head. " Stay away from him. Remember he isn't human like you. He's the devil's son, he's biological son. So don't mess with him, else he will drag you to hell with him. Is that what you want ???" He's mother asked cozily " But how is he the devil's son. Remember the devil is a spirit and we can't see him. How then are we seeing Lucian." The little boy was growing interest. I boiled in fury. How can a mother say this to his son

Lucifer yelled and his face turned red due to emerging anger. "You can go and investigate this matter thoroughly" woman who was sitting calmly on couch dismissed the frightened subordinate. She then walked towards Lucifer and tapped on his shoulder. "Calm down. I know who is behind all this. Her mother killed your sister due to that woman your love went against you. And you lose your brothers. And now due to her daughter you lose so many of your men. She killed Blake and destroy the only memory of your sister" She said and Lucifer looked at her. "You mean the only daughter of Darvin? Lilianah Romanov? But she died five years back." Lucifer can't bring himself to believe on this.