Married To Devils Son Novels & Stories

While feeling annoyed at this fact, I couldn't help but scoff to myself in disdain when I thought that only Valeria would believe that she and Chris were nothing more than 'best friends'! But it was better that she never thought of him that way, wasn't it? Because if she did, then it would never be my turn... Besides, she was married to none other than that Mr Devil. He was someone Chris wouldn't ever be able to compete with, because despite being decrepit, wrinkly, old and ugly, the man was infamously powerful.

Yet, he has this hold on me; he keeps drawing me in when I know that I should not. So with only but a smile, I pull him closer to me and lay lips softly against his. He only looks at me rather confused, “You do not wish for an explanation?” That, there, tells me that I have, in fact, heard him, so with those trembling hands, I only but whisper to him, “Are you really the Devil?” He softly chuckles at me, “The Devil’s son.” “But that still makes you a Devil, or are you one of those ungodly…?”

Devon’s POV “You’re just going to sit back, son?! And watch your friend get devoured by that devil?!” “That devil is my mother. And once upon a time, she was your wife.” “Like I give a shit! If you knew half the things that woman did, you’d disown her!” I rub my temples, hoping that by doing so it’ll stave off the headache brewing in my skull. It doesn’t. This is exactly why I changed my last name to Sinclair.

After making his way to the bar and adding a small amount of tequila to his glass, Antonio came back to Alejandro and said, “I want my son to marry your daughter, Mary, in a contract marriage that will last for three years.” “But why my daughter? Has she done anything? She is blameless.” Alejandro begged him not to make her pay for his crime, but it was ignored. “Nothing can be done to change my decision, which is final. Go now.” He chased Alejandro away like a housefly. During all of this, Hilton stood and observed. He assumed it was his younger brother Romeo marrying Mary, but then he felt compelled to clarify, "Dad, are you certain Romeo would like her? I mean, their poverty is a stench!

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..."

Why do I have to suffer a barbarian life? In the process of falling in love, I lost everything in his hands. My heart failed to discern the devil in human form. And look where he plonked me. *********** This book is purely fictional. All characters are only author's imagination. There is no resemblance with any living person. Lastly, this book contains some non consensual scene that can be upsetting.

“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

"I guess it took coming back here to realize the great man I have had by my side all these years. Ian is real, Devon. He is my partner, and he is Lucia's dad, in every way that matters." Devon was speechless. His mouth opened and closed several times, but no sound came out. The Black Coffee sat there, forgotten, cooling in the air. The words "tried to kill me" and "left Lucia to die" spun in his mind, eclipsing everything else. All the possessiveness, all the anger he had about Ian, all the rivalry it vanished, replaced by gratitude. He felt sick. He felt like the biggest fool in the world. He had married a killer. He had brought a murderess into his home, made her the mother of his daughter

The king immediately stood up and stomped out in anger. "Haha he's mother is different. She's a witch." The third son laughed out trying to clear the intense scene. "Ohh..." I drawled with a smirk "...if he's mother is a witch then he's not a demon nor the devil's son. Or... is your father the devil ??." I throwed another unexpected question and this made them uncomfortable. Sensing that they are disorientated, unknown courage came inside me. "Weather he's a demon, devil's son, the devil himself.. he's still my husband so stop trying to do whatever you want to do." I said intrepidly

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.”