Romans & histoires Married To Devils Son

“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.

“You really have no idea who you married, do you?” My body went still, my heart in my throat. Is he really bad? Is he truly the devil people spoke of? Is it too late to redeem him now? “He’s a devil wrapped in a suit,” he said. “You’re just too blinded by whatever childish fantasy you’re living in. But don’t worry soon enough, he’ll show you exactly who he is. And when he finds out about that little mess you’ve been hiding—your useless daughter—he won’t just ruin you… he’ll destroy her too.”

"You’ll never be her." The words resounded in my head like a curse, slicing deeper with every repetition. I wasn’t sure if it was the wind that made me shiver or the truth that had finally sunk in. My fingers trembled as I pushed through the mansion’s heavy doors, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. David was still at the graveyard, kneeling and still grieving. But not for me. “Why would he?” The demon in my head talked again. “You guys literally just met, and you know the marriage was just to save yourself.”

It all began when the devil was first sent out of the heavens. He had wandered on earth in loneliness until he found a human woman who loved and accepted him the way he was. She was bonded to him, and she hoped that he'd turn away from his evil ways, but it wasn't easy to get the devil to turn a new leaf. He went on with his deceitful behavior, and the woman left him when she couldn't take it anymore. She eloped with a human male, but she discovered that she was pregnant with the devil's son. She tried everything to terminate the pregnancy, but it didn't work out well for her, and when she finally had the baby, she threw him into the forest, hoping he'd die there. But, the devil found his so

"pl-e-ase... I moaned out loud. I am begging the devil for his touch proving that I am his SLUT. His gun made contact with my harden nipples and all I knew at that moment was I was looking forward to be his SLUT (end of mature content) I was really a SLUT because the devil just left the room without touching me. I wasn't expecting that at all because to him I am a slut and I should be used for his sexual escapades, he just left without a word which made me know he is bipolar man. I mean he switchs within minutes, this minutes he is sort of cool the next he is something you can't explain. Yes, he is a mafia leader and his moves shouldn't be known, I feel he and his dad have something like a s

Giulia sat beside me, one arm wrapped around my shoulders, her presence grounding me in a way nothing else could. From across the room, Vincenzo paced slowly, his own cup in hand, steam coiling into the cold air. His brow was furrowed, his expression unreadable. Everything he said about my dad, Valentino is crazy. Even though I know the Devil I married is capable of doing anything, I still can’t bring myself to believe it, to believe the man I love is responsible for my parents’ death? No, that’s crazy. I looked up at him.

The world came to a standstill when our lips touched. "Isabella Pari Morretti. I like the sound of that." His words mirrored my words from four years ago. He was surprisingly gentle with the kiss, tugging at my bottom lip a little before letting go. He was grooming me for my days in hell. The Congregation jumped in happiness, cheering loudly. It was official. I was married to the Devil now and no one could save me. As we walked away from the altar, I looked at my parents. While my dad sighed in relief that I didn't ruin his deal, my mother covered her face to hide her tears.