Married The Devil Son Novels & Stories

It was time for him to meet the rumoured devil and his men. “Wait, who am I kidding?” He laughed, “It’s not as if the devil will notice me even if I’m one of the strippers dancing on the pole.” Everyone knows the devil is a player, but no one has seen him with any woman. There hadn't even been a single scandal about him. It wasn’t as if Kon had seen him in person. However, the things he has heard about the devil were more than enough. He took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room.

Grill teeth said meanly, and both finally left. As the door closed tightly behind them, Dean put his arse on the couch, sitting restlessly. It's Seraphina, the girl he married because he was ordered to. It's Seraphina, the girl he shouldn't even be the least attracted to. The same girl who made him lose a huge investment deal on the land. His Kelly is on the hospital bed, unconscious with a brutally wounded shoulder, shot by his brother. He should be bothered about her, not telling these Valhalla dudes to take it easy on Seraphina.

Damien studied the screen. “So…” “…he finally decided to come in person.” Adrian chuckled. “Vincent never misses the final act.” Elena looked sharply at him. “You knew he was coming.” “I arranged it.” The words landed like a bomb. Marco lifted his pistol. “You set all of this up?” “Of course.” Adrian looked around the estate. “I wanted everyone in one place.” Daniel’s eyes widened. “No…” Adrian smiled. “Yes.” “The Devil.” “The lost son.” “The forgotten daughter.”

“How dare she! Pregnant without a contract? Without my approval? Who was she seeing? Who dares touch a daughter of this family without my permission?!” The veins in his neck bulged with rage. My father stepped forward cautiously. “Uncle… this is disastrous. If we don’t deliver tonight, we may not last until morning.” Scarlett’s father—Granduncle’s own son—also stepped forward, his voice shaking. “Father… perhaps we should choose another arrangement since Scarlett cannot be found—” The slap came so fast it cracked through the air. Scarlett’s father stumbled back, clutching his cheek. “Shut up!” Granduncle roared. “There is nothing you have ever done right! Your son got a woman pregnant, and I

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.”

He tells everyone that he is beyond happy that he met me and that from now on I am only his, and that we will all live together in peace, as he will not allow anyone or anything to harm us. We all clink our glasses and drink the champagne. Anna looks at me suspiciously and gives me a sign to go somewhere private with her. We go outside, where she asks me what the hell is going on, how could I be with the actual devil. I explain to her that he is not like everyone thinks of him, that he is loving and sweet with me, and that I will be his wife. Anna tells me that she will not allow me to marry the devil, that I have become insane.

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 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

She thought he wouldn't accept it though she was still shocked that Lucifer wanted to marry her. The devil wanted to get married to her. Even though she didn't accept the marriage they were bound to each other for life. so to avoid people asking her in the future why she didn't get married, she had no choice but to accept his proposal. to be his wife though it was too soon, and she wasn't aware that she was carrying his child, that's why he had to rush thier marriage. As she was carrying the devil's child, she hadn't feel or seen any sign of her pregnancy yet as she wasn't carry a human child but a demon child in her stomach.

He ran his fingers through his hair as he rolled his eyes. "Marriage? Really?" he whispered. "I did not think that the devil would get married in the land of the living. That's insane." As if something had clicked into her head, Lyra gasped. She ran to get to Derrick's desk and stood right beside his seat. "Dame has a point," she told him. "How are we going to get married when you are literally the devil? Will you get married at a church? Is that possible?" "That's a little disrespectful to the guy up there," Dame commented from the couch. He even looked up to point at the ceiling, making Lyra follow with her eyes.