Mated To The Devil's Son: Rejected To Be Yours Novels & Stories

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'll call him whatever I want okay? He can call me fire because he's such a better person than you" I looked at her"Don't you dare give Analogy about us". "I'll because Nico is the best and you're a devil Anthony". I wanted to strangled her but I don't as I slammed the door leaving there in anger, I go my cabin just to think.

“But there’s a thing called rejection.” “Rejection is when you’re not interested in your given mate or chosen partner, this stage could kill and can have you mate less for eternity; because the Moon Goddess is slight at giving second chances.” Dad explained all this rejection thingy to me. I love Trey more than anything, I have loved him for years, so I won’t ditch him for just some chosen partner or whatever they call this mate thingy, I rather be mateless and have Trey as my mate than to be mated to a demon in a sexy human form; I need to stop calling him that.

I couldn’t blame them. “Yes, we know she is your mate!” my mother snapped. “Reject her!” she ordered. A shudder passed through my body at the word and my stomach knotted. “She cannot and will not ever be your bride. She is a demon, because she was borne by a devil!” My mother spewed poison. “Motherrr!” I roared, standing up with corded muscles. “I won't hear a word about her!” I said, my chest heaving.

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

Hey babe “ I called calmly Why the hell are you calling me “ he called out Aren’t you married yet? Why then have you chosen to disturb my peace “ he asked Josh, I know you have every right to get mad at me, but come on ,can you at least give me a chance to explain myself “ I don’t have a say in this decision, My mom owes De Grayson a huge amount of money, and I already explained it to you . We can still see each other, it’s just a contract marriage . I love you and also love me so let’s make this work please “ I replied in a shaky voice I cannot continue this relationship with you it’s impossible.he said and hang up the call Tears rolled down my eyes... Why the hell did they choose me to sig

“ This is the greatest gift I have ever received.” SEX WITH THE DEVIL

I slipped in with sweaty palms and face,I gasped in shock when I saw the monster seated beside me, glancing through the tinted window. “From now onwards, you're my wife and mate. You're smart enough not to tell your loved ones…they're safe. You can call me the DEVIL!!”. The DEVIL…..and that was how I was married to the devil without my consent.

Olivia "If you think I'm going to sleep on the same bed with you, you're wrong!" I yelled after the devil left the room. Obviously he was the devil!What kind of a man will chose to marry a woman with no feeling or knowing her !Only a devil can and that room was his personal hell .Actually his entire house was hell in my opinion.. But if he thought I would share a room with him, he was wrong. Damn wrong! There wasn't even a damn sofa in that room, only the huge bed. The colors were black as expected, like his dark soul.

“She’s a D’Amato. Her father is one of our oldest partners. That union locks down the Eastern corridor. Cuts off the bratva’s leverage. Reignites the Atlantic run. It makes sense.” “It makes you comfortable.” “And it makes you safe. Or did you think this whole legacy you stand to inherit came gift-wrapped with no expectations?” I didn’t respond. Because we both knew the truth: I’d never been given choices. Only chains dressed like suits. “You’re good at what you do,” he said after a beat. “You’re better than your father ever was. But your softness will be your downfall.” My hands curled into fists. “What softness?” He leaned forward, voice dropping like a blade. “Whatever it is that’s cloudi