Married To The Devil's Son Novels & Stories

“The Devil’s greatest trick isn’t making you sin—it’s making you crave it.” The ride home was a blur. I sat at the back of the car, and watched as the city lights flickered past us. All I could think of was Dante Romano. The Devil. His touch still burned on my skin. I could still hear him “You’re mine...” as if I belong to no one. No, I’m not his. I’ll never be his. But my body is saying otherwise, the memory of his hands on me and his lips against my neck sent a shiver down my spine straight to my pussy. I am so pissed which is why I didn’t even notice we were already at home. The car pulled up to the Moretti estate. Yes, I live in a mansion that feels more like a fancy cage.

I moved away from her and yelled, "THIS IS HELL!" Luca cleared his throat, and sighed. “Mother, I think it’s better for you to greet your husband outside. He just arrived just now. He won’t like to see Charlotte like this. So I have to fix this woman while you’re busy entertaining that evil.” Luzia's ire directed against me caused her to cast a menacing gaze in my direction as though she wanted to scratch me any minute. When I first met her, I thought she was so sweet and gentle, but now I know that she can be as dangerous as she wants to be and that everyone is scared of her because she is the new wife of the devil.

"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.”

My eyes darted to her tablet, it was a grainy, long-lens photo of a man emerging from a black car. Even in pixels, he commanded the space around him. He was tall,broad-shouldered, black hair and grey eyes. Lucien Alexander. The tabloids called him “The devil.” I looked back at Lina, and shrugged. “So?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You want to date him?” I gave an eyebrow waggle, knowing full well how ridiculous it was. Dating Lucien Alexander? Impossible. The rumors didn’t just say he was difficult, they said he was the devil’s own son. “Obviously,” I finished, the humor fading into simple fact. “That man is a no-go zone.”

His expression morphed into one of concern and confusion as he took in her appearance, his grin returned , "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, I won't hurt you, that's if you do exactly as I say" He smiled again and reached out to touch her. But Maltida pulled away, sobbing harder and shaking uncontrollably "No, please!" She cried. "Please don't touch me, you disgusting devil!" Ryan frowned but didn't make another move to come near her, not even after the tears had subsided "Alright, alright, I'll take it, I'm a devil, Now, listen up, we're going to meet your husband"

“No!I’ll never let any of my daughters sell themselves to any man.This is my mess and if anyone’s life deserves to be ruined, it’s mine.” “Dad,please,we’ve got no choice right now.” Maria stood up.”Renee,haven’t you heard what people say about the third son of the Moretti family?He’s called a devil for a reason.We won’t be able to forgive ourselves if anything happens to you.” Renee had indeed heard all kinds of stories about Dante Moretti. He was not only despicable in character,they said his body physiques was an eye-sore as well. And never in her life did she imagine that she would one day offer herself up to be married to him.

I had always wished that she met her own devil, that she gets the things she had done to me back in folds, and the goddess answered me by getting her mated to the Alpha king—a man whose reputation for cruelty was the only thing more legendary than the ancient werewolf and vampire war. Alpha Azrael Fairwyn, popularly called the Devil’s son, the Casanova Alpha without a Luna but with long list of concubines or bed-warmers as the park called them. Rumor had it that he’d traded his soul and emotions for power and strength, they said if you were unfortunate enough to look into his eyes, you’d be dead before the next moon cycle, your heart simply giving up from the terror of being seen by him.