Married To The Devil S Son Novels & Stories

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.

I ask as I look down at the floor in front of my father's desk. My father falls silent. I slowly look up at him to see him staring intensely at me. "What are you talking about son?" He asks seriously. "Layla was pregnant when she died. The deal I made with the devil was fulfilled upon her death. Our unborn child died with her and its lifeforce was absorbed into her body giving her a second chance at life. As soon as the devil and I made our deal I became the devil. That was the devil's plan from the beginning." I reply.

I could sense the tension among everyone as soon as the son of the devil walked into the hall with his head raised high. I couldn't hate him more for the fact that he thinks no one can match up to him. My eyes widened in awe the moment I saw Asher walking slowly behind the beast with his body covered in blood. So were Tala and some of their closest friends. I didn't like the way he was covered in blood, and my wolf and I wanted to do something, but there was literally nothing we could do other than gawk in awe.

Internally, I grimace at the realisation that it is weirdly more gratifying to listen to, rather than the sound of me smacking my wife's ass as I take her from behind. He groans, spitting out blood, "Is that all you got, your wife has a better hand than you do." He mutters incoherently. I run my fingers through his hair which is drenched in sweat, yanking his head back, and I force him to meet my gaze, "You know, Castello Esposito. The wildest gimmick the Devil likes to play isn't him making you accept that he doesn't exist. It's him making you believe that you are on friendly terms. Acquainted." I growl, lowering my head, and getting right in his face. "So that when you finally did meet me

Anthony Jones. My father is spitting nonsense to me right now as I watch him talk abosolute trash like who arranges their sons marriage with some stranger. "So you're getting married".My father said with a stern voice. I sighed knowing this not going to end well " Dad, look I'm way to wrong to be married to anyone and even to be committed to them for the best of my life". "You're too young to be married but you whore around with lady Everytime and if I was not committed to your mother will you be here right now".

I ask, feeling bad for the woman who is blinded by love. Bethany began to answer in a bitter tone. “I truly don’t know what she sees in that man. Yes, he’s handsome but his character is truly quite ugly. He’s more of a hit it and quit it type of man. He’s been known to be the Devils’ son.” Bethany made a sound of disgust. “Devils’ son?” I spoke out loud. Dread slowly began to fill me. Like the horror of an avalanche coming a person’s way.

I run to meet him looking to vent my fury, but I'm not fast enough to stop him from walking through the door. “Next time you decide to play the Devil, think it twice, baby,” he says before slamming the door in my face. I collapse to the ground kicking and kicking as I cry like never before in my life. Kidnapped... Locked up with no escape and my captor is not the beast from the books I read, who eventually falls in love with the poor girl. He's much worse, he's a vermin with psychopathic tendencies that only leaves destruction in its wake. "What now, Leah Falco?" I mutter to nothing. "How are you going to get out of this?" I have become the wife of that insensitive and probably murderous psy

He ran his fingers through his hair as he rolled his eyes. "Marriage? Really?" he whispered. "I did not think that the devil would get married in the land of the living. That's insane." As if something had clicked into her head, Lyra gasped. She ran to get to Derrick's desk and stood right beside his seat. "Dame has a point," she told him. "How are we going to get married when you are literally the devil? Will you get married at a church? Is that possible?" "That's a little disrespectful to the guy up there," Dame commented from the couch. He even looked up to point at the ceiling, making Lyra follow with her eyes.

He said grimly, thoughts forming on various methods he was going to use to interrogate, it really has been so long. Serena had never seen this side of Damon before, granted she barely knew him and they had gotten married but she felt like she was finally seeing the man they referred to as “the devil”. The one enemies trembled in fear whenever he passed, the one whose name should not be uttered in broad day light. She had made her research after her marriage to him, wanting to know what kind of person she had been bound to forever seeing that divorce was not in the dictionary of the mafia family and what she had seen had left her in abject shock, he indeed was the devil. She wondered how she

While feeling annoyed at this fact, I couldn't help but scoff to myself in disdain when I thought that only Valeria would believe that she and Chris were nothing more than 'best friends'! But it was better that she never thought of him that way, wasn't it? Because if she did, then it would never be my turn... Besides, she was married to none other than that Mr Devil. He was someone Chris wouldn't ever be able to compete with, because despite being decrepit, wrinkly, old and ugly, the man was infamously powerful.