Married To Devils Son 소설 & 이야기

On the day that ought to be the happiest of my life? Rolling my fingers into a fist, my knee dropped to the floor, my eyes unable to move from gluing at the door he just walked out through. I had to admit, my mom was right. Everyone was right. Sebastian Martinez wasn't human. He was only a devil in a man's body. It seemed like I just got married to a devil; the one I loved, but the one that could make the rest of my life bitter. *** (Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this book!

A few hours later after Dante was unchained, he sat beside his mate, holding his son in his arms while his little girl was in a cot beside his chair, Venus in front of him, 'i never knew you'd give me two beautiful miracles and end up leaving me in the process,' he said, his voice wavering, 'you came into my life putting up a fight and I was fighting my feelings off for you, exactly because of this reason, because I was scared-frightened that you'd leave me too, all my life I've had no one to care for me the way you did and I was terrified of losing you so I would push you out, but I was a real jackass for doing that,' he chuckled bitterly, watching their daughter shift around in her cot whi

now i became scared thinking that what she would tell me. In my room ....his mom sat in my bad and told me " baby are you ready to marry my devil son" Listening to her words...i started crying ..she hugged me then said "baby you know..my son is a big businessman...but he didn't even give his virginty to anyone...he didnt like to be loved ...but then he was going crazy after seeing you...he loves you so much ...thats why he is doing hurry in this marriage...he has some problem..u will learn about him...please just promiss me ...u wont leave him ....even if he will get angry.... you will give him a normal life please....".... she started crying...i didnt know what was his problem...but he had

"I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..." "He doesn’t – but there are more devils than Lucifer. I'm the daughter of Julien, his firstborn son. Lucifer is my grandfather." Melia relaxes and soars back over to Indra. She points to her necklace. "If you want my help, Indra, the devil's daughter, you must give me the Havor ring hanging around your neck." Indra shakes her head and places a protective hand against the neck ring. "It's a gift from Odin. I have given him a promise to never take it off."

“I need to know about her.” Luthias was blocking my vision for the most part, but I knew the old man hadn’t moved and I could feel the him eying me warily. “She is the devil incarnate,” he finally said in a hushed tone that was just above a whisper. When I gasped with shocked surprise, he continued, “You’d do well to avoid her, miss. She was the wife of the late king who was the devil himself. Anyone who would marry a devil must be a devil as well.”

"They haven't come home yet. Did she already seduce my son?" Lev dispersed a glare directly at her. "Whatever! After all, they are going to be a married couple," she dictated purposefully, knowing that would trigger his anger. He strangled her neck. With a fierce glare, he warned her, "If you don't stop their marriage, I will reveal everything about you and the purpose of all of you guys' ideas to our grandfather." She coughed, hitting his hand. "Get off your hand!" Shouted in her mind.

he questioned angrily bringing his voice down recalling his wife was just in the living room. "Well, your son married her a day after her interview at Diamond Corporation. What necessitated the marriage I am not sure," Mark reported. "No, no, no, no, this can't be," Devon said almost whispering as his eyes moved in their socket but not staring at anything in particular while he processed the information. He sat down behind his desk and looked at the documents in hand and there was a picture of little Angela. He recalled the image that was sent to him years ago and he knew Angela was the little girl from that image who was lying next to her dead parents with her back stained with blood.

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.