Married To Devils Son Mga Nobela at Kwento

I could sense the tension among everyone as soon as the son of the devil walked into the hall with his head raised high. I couldn't hate him more for the fact that he thinks no one can match up to him. My eyes widened in awe the moment I saw Asher walking slowly behind the beast with his body covered in blood. So were Tala and some of their closest friends. I didn't like the way he was covered in blood, and my wolf and I wanted to do something, but there was literally nothing we could do other than gawk in awe.

"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.”

“Now it all makes sense.” I looked at her, trying to understand what she had just said. “What makes sense?” “Well,” she said, forcing a bit of steadiness into her voice, “the fact that your father wants you to marry Tristan. He’s equally as dangerous. From what I’ve heard.” I gave her a look. “And what are the things you’ve heard?” “People refer to him as the devil, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why,” she said, her voice dropping into a whisper.

“So you came to me.” “Yes.” “And why would I help you?” “Because everyone says there’s only one man my father has never been able to control.” She held his gaze. “They call him the Devil.” The faintest smile appeared on Damien’s face. “I’ve never liked that nickname.” “But you never denied it.” “No.” He stood and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the rain-soaked estate. His hands rested casually in his pockets. “You know what people also say about me?” “They say you never lose.”

"I bet you get people like me in here a lot, don't you?" "On the contrary, you happen to be the first person I have seen in this state, and I must say being drunk is not your thing." He responded with a calm tone as if he had been in the situation before, listening to the short story about my peril. "Who happens to be the devil in question?" "The woman who is raising my son, I would not call her my wife because she would never fit that description." I began to describe the trouble I was forced to put up with by being with this woman.

"He told me it was easy." "Was it?" "No.” "Brilliant. The Devil himself defeated by a garden wall." He shook his head. "I regret telling you that story." "You should. I'm going to remember it forever." For the first time since this entire mess had begun, I felt normal. Not the daughter of a dead man. Not the girl caught between two powerful families. Just Serena. A girl having dinner with a boy she was beginning to like. And perhaps that was why what happened next felt so important.

I hated how I found myself waiting for the next accidental moment, even while part of me still feared him. I eventually went back to my room and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The devil I married was becoming harder and harder to understand. Cold commands at dinner, but deliberate touches under the table. Icy silence, but eyes that lingered too long. I didn’t know which version of him was more dangerous, the cruel one or the one who couldn’t seem to stop touching me. Lucian’s Pov

I whispered as he leaned closer to join our foreheads together. "I know, and I don't have any problem with it. You can hate me as much as you want. It won't change the truth that you are my wife from now," he replied, which made me sigh with heaviness. He is a psychopath. "Forced wife. If you have forgotten, then let me remind you that you forced me to marry you after killing my father." I groan angerily, seeing him all silent. "I haven't forgotten anything, Bella." He replied while leaning closer to my neck base.

Sat me down at the table and brushed my wet hair slowly, and I walked her through every clause of the contract while she listened without once interrupting, which told me how seriously she was taking it. When I finished, she was quiet for a moment. "You married a devil," she said. Her voice had dropped but the fire was still in it. "But maybe devils know exactly which people to burn." She squeezed my shoulder once, hard, the way she had since we were kids. Outside the windows the light was starting to fade. "The stylist team will be here soon," I said. "Dominic arranged it." She looked at me. Something moved across her face, quick and complicated.

The call trails off and Adrian continues gaming on his console while Lena gets dressed and prepares for her training. Meanwhile in the abyss, loud gargling and growling of demons can be heard from ever angle. A very handsome man sits on a red throne with long flowing hair. He has perfect golden hair on his chin as he strokes his beards. He has five servants that stand behind him with perfect sync. They dress in ancient, medieval dresses that entails that they have lived for a long and certain period of time. Many low grade demons writhe and snarls as they exhibit uncanny, childish behaviours such as fighting and chasing each other. They come in different appearances such as : Dogs, wolves, h