Novel & Cerita Mated To The Devil's Son: Rejected To Be Yours

The Voss name would be obliterated. I couldn't allow that to happen. I would endure whatever he threw at me to ensure he stood at that altar, no matter how much it cut. On my way out of the mansion, a sleek black sedan pulled up the driveway. Dario’s father stepped out. I quickly offered a polite greeting. The aura of authority that radiated off that man was terrifying, it was easy to see why the streets whispered his name with trembling respect. They called him the Devil for a reason. Later that night, I lay awake in bed, staring at the wedding checklist glowing on my phone. A notification interrupted my thoughts, an I*******m story update from Viva, one of Dario’s usual circle.

I took a glimpse, looking back at him. His eyes were pooled with dark color. They were dilated which meant his wolf had resurfaced. “Look at you. N*ked and pleading, just as I’ve always imagined, loving every single moment of my c*ck in you. You have no idea what I want to do to you…” he trailed out at me. “I am the devil, princess. The devil your parent warned you to stay away from… I was made to taint every f*cking single pureness in you. So, are you ready?”

“What do you want from here, Pyro?” “Wow, right to the point. I’m looking for this girl right here that I found out by one of the females here that she’s going by the name Angel here.” I looked at the picture to see that indeed it was Angel, but why is he looking for her. “What do you want with her?” “She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I want her back right now or things are going to get hot in here.” I looked to Levi to single to him that I need to speak to him alone.

She staggered on her words, her body shuddering tremendously. This man terrifies her, a lot. His uncanny sensation frightens and scares the people around him. He's known for his aloofness, unemotional, ruthlessness, and savagery. He's a man who doesn't care about anyone likewise a soul not to mess with. He's extremely cold, he's brutal and dangerous. Many see him as a non-human even the distinct souls around England acknowledge him as... The devil’s son. "I think he's still drunk, thank goddess!" Madam Madison inwardly muttered, clenching her chest in a little relief as she gazed at the gelid king.

His expression morphed into one of concern and confusion as he took in her appearance, his grin returned , "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, I won't hurt you, that's if you do exactly as I say" He smiled again and reached out to touch her. But Maltida pulled away, sobbing harder and shaking uncontrollably "No, please!" She cried. "Please don't touch me, you disgusting devil!" Ryan frowned but didn't make another move to come near her, not even after the tears had subsided "Alright, alright, I'll take it, I'm a devil, Now, listen up, we're going to meet your husband"

She was cut mid-sentence. "I won't accept the seed of a betrayer, a fraud, a low-class thug. Zafar is my mistake and you are the outcome of my stupid love for him. Go back from where you have come. There is no place for you in my life. I have only one daughter and that is Zara.” Mumma snarled bitterly. I could see tears trailing down her cheeks and dropdown somewhere on the floor. Her hands which were pointing the gun at us lowered down in defeat. I felt tightness around my chest.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

"You drove nails into his palms and feet, crucifying him to a chair. You ripped out his fingernails one by one, shattered his fingers, peeled the skin from his scalp. You fed on his screams. Like a serpent crushing its prey, you broke every joint in his body. And in the end, you set him ablaze." She let out a twisted, triumphant laugh. "I was so proud of you that day. My son was reborn—not the sniveling weakling I once despised, pampered and pitiful—but something greater. My nine-year-old son became the Devil’s hound—Delilah’s Descent." ‎He staggered back. ‎Crushed. ‎Breath shallow. ‎Castelle stood at the door—tears streaming silently down her face as she witnessed the wreckage of the man sh

She wouldn’t belong to anyone. Not even the devil.