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.

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.

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

"We are not leaving you alone in it. This job is difficult. Assassins wanted to kidnap her. She's Mafia Head's wife. And pregnant. A lot of enemies, Devil." "Someone has to do it." Devil snarled under his breath. "Our men are keeping close eyes on him." Dragon said. "I should be your boss, so none of you could disobey me." Devil said in a cold and frustrated voice. They all laughed. "Should we call you BOSS? Or Devil The Boss?" Beta mocked. The corners of his lips curled up.

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

The king immediately stood up and stomped out in anger. "Haha he's mother is different. She's a witch." The third son laughed out trying to clear the intense scene. "Ohh..." I drawled with a smirk "...if he's mother is a witch then he's not a demon nor the devil's son. Or... is your father the devil ??." I throwed another unexpected question and this made them uncomfortable. Sensing that they are disorientated, unknown courage came inside me. "Weather he's a demon, devil's son, the devil himself.. he's still my husband so stop trying to do whatever you want to do." I said intrepidly

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—.”