Married To The Devil S Son By Jasmine Joseph Fastnovel Novels & Stories

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“Anyways you have the powers Jesus has. Able to heal the sick, nearly raise the dead. You are it Jasmine. And you are perfect.” Jasmine's heart started to beat way too loud in her chest. She couldn’t believe what the devil was telling her. He was a liar. He manipulated like his demons, why would she believe him, but yet there was so much truth in his explanation and it was easier to believe one side of the story when no one has heard the other. If everything he said was true then that meant the fate of the world rested on her shoulders like it did Jesus.

"Tonight... I'm not your husband. I'm the man you betrayed." I kissed her then, without restraint, and she stifled a moan that threatened to escape her lips. "You should be scared," I whispered, brushing my fingertips along her spine, slow and teasing, then down over the swell of her ass. My palm lingered, gripping one cheek possessively. "Because you've just given yourself to the devil." I leaned down, my mouth brushing her ear. "And the devil? He doesn’t believe in mercy."

Akshara asked while watching the faded moon, "Devil, are you sure that we got married?" Dev moved towards her, "Yes... ours is a legal relationship. Even Las Oajar has nothing to say about it. This amulet I gave is a token and symbol of our relationship." "You said that before. But I wonder and can’t believe my own eyes." Akshara felt a mixture of awe, shock, surprise, and fear."Devil... Am I married to you? Oh my god, I am married. I am married to a non-human creature. I married a hybrid dragon. I married a hybrid wizard. I am fated to marry the combo living being of an animal and a magician. And..."

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.

She rolled her eyes and dropped her hands. "You are going on and on about this thing, this- it's pissing. I know you are mad at Brandon and you took him off that day, I can't even remember how. Whatever, this is the reason why my dad is in the hospital and what? You- you come up with some poppy cock story, you aren't the devil. I want Brandon released okay?" She questioned and countered, she stomped her foot and folded her arms. Jasmine rolled her eyes in anger. She exhaled and gulped. "Why are you getting angry, I should be angry. You are pretending as though you didn't know this or you haven't heard it before. Okay, let me tell you then. I am the Devil and I torture people, you are smart,

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.

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—.”

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

Yesha Elaine Valdez had signed her name, and in that single moment, her life had been rewritten. She was married. Legally, irrevocably… and yet, there had been no ceremony, no celebration, no witnesses. No ring. No vows. Nothing to mark the transition except the cold weight of the contract in her hand. And now, she was alone.