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

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”

Calling out his name worked because he stopped in his tracks as he tucked his hands in his pocket, bringing out his manly figure, which I still couldn't get out of my head. I walked up to him and circled to meet his face. His chiselled jaws were clenched and there was disgust clearly written all over his face. "You're acting weird, Asher," I complained, but he immediately scoffed. "Maybe you're the one thinking weirdly," he responded with a smirk, and I felt my heart breaking. He has never spoken to me this way before, so why now? "I'm mated to you, Asher." "No, you're mated to yourself because I can never be with someone like you. I, Asher, hereby reject you as my mate," he said with a lack

“Your so-called Father had committed numerous atrocities aside from betrayal. I am sure you are aware of how Mating works. Nonetheless, he is responsible for snatching someone else’s mate, someone who considered him an acquaintance.” Deveron lifted her hand to the air, causing her glass of wine to reform in it. “I did not want to say much on this particular issue, but I have to. Close your eyes.” I swiveled back to the ball and did as Deveron instructed, and once again, I felt the same process of last time, along with an image of Father trying to persuade a woman to accept him as a Mate. The woman seemed to know who her literal Mate was, but was rather too ignorant of the consequences of ove

The fool didn't even look, probably too drunk as he caught her, finally stopping her from dancing without a song; holding her waist to him, Siena's smile grew wider as her gaze caught Sebastian's who was looking like the prince of hell in a dark outfit. “Guess who wants a good fuck, Sebastian Harper?" She whispered, making sure he had heard correctly from where he stood, his jaw clenching, his facial muscles feeling like they would become mush from how they stiffened. 'Beautiful Devil.' Siena blew him a light kiss, and that was it; he got to her, pulling the guy away from her, with Sebastian catching him by the neck. “I want every damn breathing thing out.” His voice was low, but his dogs co

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

If he had saved me yesterday, I wondered what would have happened to me. “Angel? Trust me, I am no Angel but rather the Devil himself. And with the Devil, always comes a price for every help.” The Stranger said in a chilly voice that made fear strike into my heart. There is something about this man that makes me feel that he is far more dangerous than Mr Agabus. “What do you want?.” I asked him in a calm voice. “To be my wife!..” I heard him say. Although I am not sure if I heard right.

The resounding reverberation of Elijah's laughter echoed relentlessly throughout his place, a heartless symphony that taunted my despair. When our gazes met, I no longer recognized the man I had once adored, only an unfamiliar figure consumed by malevolence and a distorted fixation. "You're a devil!" I exclaimed. "Please, my dear, do not test my patience any further," he whispered, his voice filled with a sinister undertone. "Like what I said If you wish to lay eyes on your son again, you will obey my every command."

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "