Married To The Devils Son Lucian Novels & Stories

Lucian let out a small smile, “I may appear to be a man, loving my niece. But no one has killed the numbers I have and still remained God’s favorite. There’s nothing good about me, love.” His hand let go of hers and she withdrew them painfully to her thighs. Her jaws clenched slightly. “You call yourself this devil but…but you show love to Liana in ways I can’t….” “That’s the only side you’ve seen.” He cut in sharply. “You’re one interesting and curious little dove…” “Lucian, you can’t hide what you are from me.” She pressed further. “And who said I was hiding?” He let out a chuckle, “I’m the devil they fear, what has a devil got to hide? It’s you….it’s you that should be careful of me. I mi

It was a good start. After some minutes that Leona spent sitting, trying to cry until her eyes were red enough, she saw the black Mercedez of Lucian, then he got out of the car and went directly to his half-sister. The man was indeed worried because he really saw in her the sister he always wanted to have and when he had her, he lost her in the hands of those fucking bastards who raped her in front of his eyes but there was nothing Lucian could do. That day he made a promise, he didn’t care if had to make a pact with the same devil, he wanted money, power, and enough life to kill whoever wronged him and wronged his family. The happy family they were not.

"You breathed the air near my babies. You thought an ancient piece of paper gave you the right to claim the Sovereign." Lucian's taped hand shot out with blinding, terrifying speed. He clamped his massive fingers violently around Dante's throat, lifting the Italian boss completely off his feet and slamming him brutally against the rusted iron crane. Dante gasped, choking for air, his hands clawing uselessly at Lucian's iron-hard forearm. "She is my wife," Lucian roared, the sheer, possessive hellfire radiating from his massive frame entirely suffocating. "And she just bought your entire bloodline. You don't own a debt, Romano. You belong to her."

And with trembling hands, I picked up the pen and appended my signature to the file. A devilish grin formed on Luke’s face, as he stood up from the chair, “Good girl. You can still reach out to me if you want to get fucked,” “I will rather fuck the devil than let you ever touch me again,” I snapped back. He grinned, “Your loss, bitch,” he turned around and made his way to the door with his Lawyer who had just sat there as a loyal spectator. He was about to pull the doorknob when he paused, swerving his face around to glance at me, “Elena, if you ever think of telling anyone…” he trailed off for a moment as if to make the words sink in. And then, he continued.

"The world is counting on you, and we won’t let you fall." " Can I ask you one more thing? Who is the devil, and who is the witches?" Stella finally dared to ask, whatever her grandmother had written back then. Lucian is the devil, Lucifer's son, and Morgan, your brother is the king of witches. The revelation was too much because, in the next instant Stella passed out.

“Maybe it is.” He took a step closer, lowering his voice. “But sometimes, the devil is the only one willing to fight the darker monsters.” Ariella’s eyes glistened. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them felt thick — heavy with something she couldn’t name. Fear? Anger? Attraction? Maybe all three. Finally, she whispered, “And if I say no?” Lucien’s eyes darkened. “Then you’ll never know what really happened to your father.”

He grimaced as if the name tasted like something rotten. “Yes,” he ground out. “I mean that arrogant Nightfang bastard.” Heat flooded my chest. Fear. Annoyance. Admission. “To hunt the witch,” I thought, gripping the handle until my knuckles whitened, “we may need the devil who’s been hunting me.” Lucian’s jaw clenched. “If we involve him,” he said, “we do it with our eyes open. No illusions about where his loyalties lie.” “His loyalties lie with himself,” I said. “And right now, keeping me alive lines up with that. We can use that.”

His skin burned beneath her touch, his body still trembling from adrenaline. Lucien caught her wrist, his grip iron even now. “Stop hovering.” “Stop trying to die,” she snapped. Their eyes clashed. The firelight from the safehouse window painted him in shadow, every line of his face carved by war. He looked less like a man and more like the myth people whispered about the Devil of the Vairos. “Solene.” His voice dropped low, dangerous. “You saw him.” She froze. Lucien’s hand moved from her wrist to her jaw, forcing her to meet him head-on. “The boy. When he called you ‘Mother.’”

“I was planning to take time to come to know who the teacher was, and then I found your invitation in her textbook.” “She still needs to make improvements.” I sighed, Leonardo's hand suddenly took mine. “I'm certain, with you around, she will do much better.” His eyes glowed as he stared into my eyes. For a moment, I could picture what my life would look like if I decided to become his wife. One word, ‘dangerous’. Living as a ‘Ricci’ didn't seem much like a luxury to me. They are not only the most powerful family in the city, but also dangerous and involved in all kinds of dealings.

There was a knock on the door, Max walked to the door, he opened the door and saw Lucifer “Good day” Lucifer smiling “Good day, who are you please?” max asked “I am Damien Blood, a business associate of Maria” he said stretching his hand for a shake “You’re welcome, I am max, Maria’s husband” he said & shook Lucifer. Lucifer entered the house with him; Maria was in the sitting room watching TV, she was surprised to see Lucifer especially coming close to her husband