Married To Devils Son Novels & Stories

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.

That promise of an heir was the biggest chip this bastard has, and it was Papa who placed it in his hands! Before I got into a round of self-pity, The Devil melted his human guise and returned to his true form. As if he could read my mind and knew that I no longer reject the move, he started listing his expectations towards me. “You will be a loving wife to me, Juliette, whether you like it or not.” “You can’t tell me what to do, mafia. I’ve said it a million times—.”

I moved away from her and yelled, "THIS IS HELL!" Luca cleared his throat, and sighed. “Mother, I think it’s better for you to greet your husband outside. He just arrived just now. He won’t like to see Charlotte like this. So I have to fix this woman while you’re busy entertaining that evil.” Luzia's ire directed against me caused her to cast a menacing gaze in my direction as though she wanted to scratch me any minute. When I first met her, I thought she was so sweet and gentle, but now I know that she can be as dangerous as she wants to be and that everyone is scared of her because she is the new wife of the devil.

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he held Jackie's face, wiping her tears with his thumb. "I'm fine now. Tell me everything that happened while I was unconscious," Jameson said. ___ "Are you the Billionaire Devil?" Einstein's six-year-old son, Ben, asked Diego, who turned his head in his direction. "How did you..." "My father told me one of his friends is a Devil and the other is an Angel. You're definitely the devil one." Diego smirked and ruffled the boy's hair gently. "Thanks for the compliment, little one." "You're welcome. Can I sit beside you, devil?" he asked cutely.

Devan just because I will be the redeemer of my father's debts. "Read it first, Miss Anyelir." Felix's assistant gave me a file, which I myself was confused about, but without asking too much, I took the file and read it slowly. I was surprised when I read word for word what was written—a marriage agreement? I continue to read and understand the file. The essence of the agreement is that I must obey all orders from my husband, none other than Mr. Devan. I must also comply with every rule that has been made by Mr. Devan; if I violate it, it will have an impact on the company Father.I certainly have no other choice but to agree with all the agreements that have been made by Lord Devan himself.

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.

“Your father gave you to me, and I can't let those idiot rivals of his tamper with you. You’re sharp-tongued, defiant, and breathtaking. I’ve never wanted someone so badly while simultaneously needing them to fight me.” I pressed back slightly, smirk tugging at my lips despite the tremor in my body. “You talk too much, devil’s son. But keep it up, I like the sound of your voice.” He chuckled, low and throaty, the sound pressing against my skin, making my blood run hot. “That’s only the beginning. By the time this night ends, I’ll have you knowing exactly who’s in charge, and yet, you’ll still think you are.” And for the first time since they had dragged me from my home, I realized something

For some reason, everyone feared me because of my strong face, cold expression, and eyes like that of the devil's incarnate. Well, I wasn't the devil incarnate to be exact, I was his son. The son of the Devil, and as such, that makes me a devil also. A devil with no heart. “ From who?” I cocked my brows. “ From Gamma Rover.” He replied, and a knowing smirk graced my lips. “ What is that little man up to?” I chuckled darkly, staring at the letter in my hand. It's been four days since he sent the first letter introducing a marriage proposal.

Devon sat at the edge of Daemon's bed and looked at the weird ghostly paintings on the wall. Her husband is showering in the bathroom while she's clutching hard at her nightie praying that it will be over soon. After the wedding, Daemon brought her to his house just across the Alley 56 to consummate their marriage. "I need a son, Devon. The earlier you give me one, the earlier you will be released from our deal." His words rang into her head like a recorder.