Married To The Devil S Son By Jasmine Joseph Fastnovel の小説・ストーリー

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.

Calix then walked toward Delphyne, maintaining his glare on her. "Zachary and Jasmine are brother and sister. You separated them because you never wanted a daughter. You only wished for a son so you abandoned her. Because of your fear of getting caught by a Demon, you left her at the door of a poor angel family which happened to be Rose's. And if you're shocked as to how come I know about this, it is because I had always been dubious of Jasmine. That girl despite being an Angel is a connoisseur in black magic. She knows demonic spells and can even speak and understand demonic language. There's no way an Angel can do this so I snooped around and guess what? She came out to be the daughter of

Jasmine said. "So, now, you learn your lesson not to let your temper take over you," Mike said. Jasmine just rolled her eyes, " I know, I know," she said, ' If only I didn't beat up Colton, I wouldn't end up in a loveless marriage now!' she said inside. "Speaking of temper..." Mike seems to remember something, " Doesn't that man in the car earlier looked familiar?" he asked which made Jasmine froze... 'Yeah, he looked familiar because he was the man I beat up and then threatened me just to marry him!' she said inside.

The Voss name would be obliterated. I couldn't allow that to happen. I would endure whatever he threw at me to ensure he stood at that altar, no matter how much it cut. On my way out of the mansion, a sleek black sedan pulled up the driveway. Dario’s father stepped out. I quickly offered a polite greeting. The aura of authority that radiated off that man was terrifying, it was easy to see why the streets whispered his name with trembling respect. They called him the Devil for a reason. Later that night, I lay awake in bed, staring at the wedding checklist glowing on my phone. A notification interrupted my thoughts, an I*******m story update from Viva, one of Dario’s usual circle.

“I only need enough to leave. To take my daughter somewhere safe. That is all.” She met Desiree’s gaze with quiet determination. “I hope you understand.” And Desiree—despite everything—did. She looked at Rosie with a softened, almost aching expression. “Of course I understand,” she said quietly. “If I were in your position, I’d hesitate too. Telling Mr. Edward Sterling is… complicated. And besides—” She paused. Rosie met her gaze. The understanding passed between them without need for elaboration. “We both know,” they said together, almost in unison, “that Sebastian Edward Sterling is the devil.”

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.

Marcus got a hold of his board and floated till he touched the floor, and his board teleported. Lust's wound were already covering, but Heimdall rushed forward to strike him. He opened his right palm and dashed with blazing speed to attack him. Unfortunately, Lust jumped up and sent his leg into the lower part of his abdomen. Heimdall spins and falls on the floor. Lust took a stance to fight Marcus but a stray beam of flame exploded as it made impact with lust. Flames engulfed him but his body instead became monstrous and bone-like. He looked a bit lean even for a demon. A member of the pentagon at that.