Married To The Devil S Son Novels & Stories

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?”

“How dare she! Pregnant without a contract? Without my approval? Who was she seeing? Who dares touch a daughter of this family without my permission?!” The veins in his neck bulged with rage. My father stepped forward cautiously. “Uncle… this is disastrous. If we don’t deliver tonight, we may not last until morning.” Scarlett’s father—Granduncle’s own son—also stepped forward, his voice shaking. “Father… perhaps we should choose another arrangement since Scarlett cannot be found—” The slap came so fast it cracked through the air. Scarlett’s father stumbled back, clutching his cheek. “Shut up!” Granduncle roared. “There is nothing you have ever done right! Your son got a woman pregnant, and I

"She left at 2:14 PM on a Tuesday. I remember time because school ended at 2:00 PM and Marcus's father — old Marcus — picked me up at 2:30 PM. I came to library to show her my spelling test. 100%. She wasn't here. Just book, open, chapter 12. Same as you last month. And a note. 'This house is sold to the devil, Caelum. Don't become him.'" He looked at the new photo on wall. Me. Stays. "I became him anyway," he said at 9:49 AM. "For twelve years. Until you came in my shirt at 6:22 AM and said slow down." I put my hands on his face. Both hands, ladder hands, small. "You didn't become him," I said at 9:50 AM. "Devil doesn't hang wife photo over mother photo. Devil doesn't shred at 9:23 AM. Devi

now i became scared thinking that what she would tell me. In my room ....his mom sat in my bad and told me " baby are you ready to marry my devil son" Listening to her words...i started crying ..she hugged me then said "baby you know..my son is a big businessman...but he didn't even give his virginty to anyone...he didnt like to be loved ...but then he was going crazy after seeing you...he loves you so much ...thats why he is doing hurry in this marriage...he has some problem..u will learn about him...please just promiss me ...u wont leave him ....even if he will get angry.... you will give him a normal life please....".... she started crying...i didnt know what was his problem...but he had

"I do not think you're insane, you know I believe in sorts of stuff, ghosts, witches, supernatural entities, demons and other superstitious, crazy shit… but I am still in disbelief and now that you've mentioned it…. Remember that time you told me some insurgents coerced one of your mother's bodyguard's to assassinate him and he was shot in the head nine times and in the chest eleven times and he walked out just fine, he did not end up at the morgue or at the hospital for that matter! He never gets sick, he likes to suddenly appear out of nowhere, he has an entire prison full of innocent civilians, he likes killing people for nothing, he does not laugh, he loves the dark, his eyes are dead, h

She staggered on her words, her body shuddering tremendously. This man terrifies her, a lot. His uncanny sensation frightens and scares the people around him. He's known for his aloofness, unemotional, ruthlessness, and savagery. He's a man who doesn't care about anyone likewise a soul not to mess with. He's extremely cold, he's brutal and dangerous. Many see him as a non-human even the distinct souls around England acknowledge him as... The devil’s son. "I think he's still drunk, thank goddess!" Madam Madison inwardly muttered, clenching her chest in a little relief as she gazed at the gelid king.

Anyone was better than her own father. “Well, does that mean you trust them now since Cara is being married into their family?” “No, I don’t trust them one bit. Especially Damiano. He’s the Devil.” He spat out, and I just gaped at him. “Then what’s the point of her getting married to one of them?!” My arms dropped to my sides. This was ridiculous. “If he’s the so-called Devil, then why do you send Cara into their arms, huh?” My eyes narrowed as my anger came back full-force.

Devon sat at the edge of Daemon's bed and looked at the weird ghostly paintings on the wall. Her husband is showering in the bathroom while she's clutching hard at her nightie praying that it will be over soon. After the wedding, Daemon brought her to his house just across the Alley 56 to consummate their marriage. "I need a son, Devon. The earlier you give me one, the earlier you will be released from our deal." His words rang into her head like a recorder.

“Kill them all” I mean every fucken’ word. I came back to bury my father and had no intentions of going against any of them, but they had to push me into this. It was the same with my father. He became the devil because they killed his wife first, his retaliation earned him the nickname, but they made him that way. Well, I am the devil’s daughter and I will be damned if I let them get away with this. “No!” The objection comes from the person I least expected.

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—.”