Married To The Devils Son Lucian Novels & Stories

“Not after what you just tried to do to my wife outside that door.” My stomach dropped. Elena’s gun wavered, her attention splitting between the confrontation now unfolding and her own standoff with Matteo. “What is he talking about?” I asked, though some sick part of me already suspected. “Ask your husband what he did the night our father chose him over me,” Lucian said, ignoring my question entirely, his eyes locked on Dante with a bitterness two decades old finally boiling to the surface. “Ask him how it felt to watch me carried out of that burning wine cellar and decide, right there, that I wasn’t worth the risk of acknowledging.”

Lucifer was handsome himself, with his dark red hair making him even more alluring. Lana fell in love with Lucifer, despite knowing he was a devil. Lucifer was not a demon but a devil - his other name is devil. However, Lana's father forbade her from seeing Lucifer because he was evil and kept creating more demons. But Lana kept seeing him every night, so one day, Lucifer asked Lana to marry him. Without hesitation, Lana accepted and left her kingdom to live on land with Lucifer. She became known as Lavana - Lucifer's love. Lana tried to change Lucifer from evil to good, but it never worked. She soon regretted marrying him, but it was too late - she was already pregnant with his child. Nobod

Adrian said fluidly, pouring a cup of coffee into a dainty cup. “But if you really want to play your role well, you need to understand him. Lucas is…peculiar. He shoulders his empire and doesn't let people too close, even family. Not unless he wants them there.” A puzzled look crossed my face. “So what does he really want with me apart from this shammish marriage?” That question earned a shrug from Adrian. “You'd have to find out for yourself, Miss.Lucia.” I hated the way his answer left me with more questions instead of clarity but before I could try to squeeze more out of him, he received a call. He politely excused himself to take it, leaving me with confusion again.

I hated the sound of that but I loved that she hated the sound of that too. "Gloat all you want now, girl. You won't last a day with Diavolo." Her shit eating grin soon returned to her face, "I hope you'll have the same fire after you see what Hell is." Satisfied, she walked away. I wanted to drag her back by her hair and show herself how much fire I've got but she was the least of my worries. I didn't know a lot of Italian words but I knew what Diavolo meant. My soon-to-be husband wasn't just the devil as a criminal.

“I think they were afraid of me, Father… but they also obeyed me. They said I was one of them — only stronger. Bigger. Their leader.” Zerach’s heart stopped for a beat. He had read of such beings — not from mortal history, but from the forbidden scriptures hidden deep beneath the royal crypt. The beings of flame and darkness — the Dravari, an ancient race of shadow-born demons who once tried to consume the Beast Kingdom. They had been defeated centuries ago — or so it was said. But their spirit never truly died. And now his son… had seen them. “Then I saw her,” Lucien said suddenly.

His smile faded right away. "Leevv!" Elvira voiced and merrily sowed suspicion on every family member. The heartless aunt spilled a dirty dictation, that tore Elvira's smile away in a blink of an eye. It was, "Is this what lust-desire look like?" Elena narrowed her eyes at her. "What do you mean?" Leonid's got a call from Irina . He quickly answered. His exclaim disappeared as soon as he heard the male voice say, "Hello?"

Giulia sat beside me, one arm wrapped around my shoulders, her presence grounding me in a way nothing else could. From across the room, Vincenzo paced slowly, his own cup in hand, steam coiling into the cold air. His brow was furrowed, his expression unreadable. Everything he said about my dad, Valentino is crazy. Even though I know the Devil I married is capable of doing anything, I still can’t bring myself to believe it, to believe the man I love is responsible for my parents’ death? No, that’s crazy. I looked up at him.

His chest heaves heavily as he locked gaze with the devil in between his legs. The sight, he couldn't register. Wild—so wild it made every nerves of him catch fire. Lucian, with his muscles rippling beneath his skin had one of his arms, locked Ethan's leg, while the other was wrapped around Ethan’s cock. Without removing his hooded gaze from Ethan, he slowly let pull his mouth away from Ethan's member, a devilish smirk on his face… His tongue shooting out just to brush over the tip….

The silence in the car pressed in immediately. “You don’t have to babysit me like some helpless girl,” I said, crossing my arms tight over my chest. “I can handle myself.” He kept his eyes on the road. His voice came out low and calm. “Orders are orders. I go where you go until the threat is handled.” I let out a sharp breath. “Orders from the devil who married my cousin when she was drunk and broken. You’re loyal to a devil.” Raffael’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t raise his voice. “He’s loyal to her. That’s all that matters.”

I hated how I found myself waiting for the next accidental moment, even while part of me still feared him. I eventually went back to my room and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The devil I married was becoming harder and harder to understand. Cold commands at dinner, but deliberate touches under the table. Icy silence, but eyes that lingered too long. I didn’t know which version of him was more dangerous, the cruel one or the one who couldn’t seem to stop touching me. Lucian’s Pov