Married To Devils Son Novels & Stories

"How are you going to get out of this?" I have become the wife of that insensitive and probably murderous psychotic devil.

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.

“Have you forgotten you’re wearing my collar? Do you think I’ll let you go running after another male in front of everyone?” “Tell them I’m your sister! I don’t care!” “Jane!” Marius continued to shout from outside, and that made me struggle even more against Tristan. “I can’t just tell them I’m his sister. Everyone knows Dalila had a daughter with Devon, a daughter who was killed as a baby by Hunter!” When he said that, I froze, staring at him in shock. Devon? My father’s name was Devon? And… he thought I was dead? “Devon…” I repeated.

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

Devan—his half-brother from the same father but a different mother—had married Alexa, the woman who was supposed to marry his son, Ronan. Martha remained silent as she read the same article on her phone. She was equally shocked. According to the report, Devan and Alexa had been married long before Alexa and Ronan's engagement was called off. "How is this possible?" Martha looked utterly incredulous. At that moment, Ronan had just arrived in the dining room. He immediately noticed the tense expressions on his parents' faces. Especially Daniel's. His face looked exceptionally grim. "What happened, Mom? Dad?" Ronan walked closer.

From the stories, the rumors or the whispers. Even the legends clearly state and mention that great name that had traveled far beyond its homeland and now the owner of that name stood directly before them and they are not even on his good books. The Devil incarnated in the body of a young dangerous son of the Don of the Ndrangheta clan, the harbinger of death whose tale precedes him was the very person in their presence now. “The devil” “He is the harbinger of death oh no why did I come on this mission today?”