Married To Devils Son Novels & Stories

I reminded him. “You might have forgotten everything that happened in high school, but I can't. It was a nightmare, Leonardo.” “And you seem to still have feelings for your ex wife, what now? Is this another kind of torture you've prepared for me?” “Stop your advances, I will never marry you.” “I need to leave.” His eyes reddened as his gaze bored into mine. His frustration was evident. He looked away for a moment and released his grip on me. When I took a step forward, his deep husky voice muttered,

There are things even the Devil doesn't want to hear. Yes, he can smile at the sound of bones cracking, he can find pleasure in watching someone bleed—but there are some things that even he cannot stomach. Some sins awaken something deeper… darker. Dante's blood burned. His fury twisted like a blade in his hand. Who could have kidnapped his Sunshine? Who had the death wish to lay a hand on his woman? If anyone should kidnap her, it should be him. If anyone should feel the warmth of her skin, it should be him—only him.

I ask, feeling bad for the woman who is blinded by love. Bethany began to answer in a bitter tone. “I truly don’t know what she sees in that man. Yes, he’s handsome but his character is truly quite ugly. He’s more of a hit it and quit it type of man. He’s been known to be the Devils’ son.” Bethany made a sound of disgust. “Devils’ son?” I spoke out loud. Dread slowly began to fill me. Like the horror of an avalanche coming a person’s way.

“How audacious of you, Dave! You served me divorce papers after betraying me all over again, and yet you have the guts to feel like your opinion of feelings matters to me anymore? How dare you?” Dave stepped closer. “No, how dare you? I forbid it! You can get married to anyone but him! Do you even know who you’re getting married to? Aren’t you aware of his nickname?? He’s nicknamed ‘Devil’ for a reason. He's the Devil's own incarnate, so for your own sake, don’t do something stupid and ridiculous.” He paused for a moment. “If you still respect me a little, you’ll listen to me.”

My father took my mother for the operation, but unfortunately, she didn't make it, leaving him with a debt to pay despite the unsuccessful outcome. Two weeks passed, and my father was unable to pay the money. He pleaded with Levi for more time, who offered two options: either my father would indulge in human trafficking or marry me off to him. My father rejected both offers, saying he would pay the debt. However, after struggling to gather the money, he eventually accepted Levi's demand to marry me off. But I refused and ran away from my birth pack, unwilling to live with someone as heartless as Levi, known as "The Son of the Devil."

“Maybe it is.” He took a step closer, lowering his voice. “But sometimes, the devil is the only one willing to fight the darker monsters.” Ariella’s eyes glistened. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them felt thick — heavy with something she couldn’t name. Fear? Anger? Attraction? Maybe all three. Finally, she whispered, “And if I say no?” Lucien’s eyes darkened. “Then you’ll never know what really happened to your father.”

"The man you just married is the leader of a crime organization that is not a part of the code of the mafia. They kill and destroy as they wish. He's worse than Sergio. Far worse." My blood ran cold. "Wh-what?" "Didn't he tell you who he is?" "Luca Vallario, that's what he told me." She nodded, voice shaky with terror, "Yes, but to the rest of the world, he's known as Lucifero." Oh God. What had I done? "The man you married isn't just a monster; he's the Devil himself."

“And you married me. You told me I was the love of your life.” "I never wanted to divorce her." Devon confessed. "I only served her the papers to piss her off. I didn't think she'd sign it and actually go through with it. I was blinded by rage and because of that I couldn't see past your lies. You killed our son and tore us apart." Devon said.

He urged. Thomas turned to him and when Axel thought the man wanted to say what brought him to Miami, he puffed out smoke directly to his face. Axel didn’t flinch, he remained still till the smoke cleared off. “Are you still in contact with that girl?” Thomas asked, his eyes lurking on Axel. “No.” “Heard She is married to Eric. How cute.” Axel could sense the mockery in his fathers voice, but there was nothing he could do about it. He stood and locked gaze with his father, “If you want to talk about Eric, you know where to find him.”