Name Of The Devil's Daughter Novels & Stories

Besides, if she didn't comply, death was her next option. Then there were the last two. Lavender and Hidaya. Lavender was the minister of finance's step daughter. Her step father had involved himself in gambling and trafficking business which he tried to steal from Muntaha. When he was presented with the option of facing death or compensation, he gladly gave out his step daughter to the devil to save his own neck. Hidaya who was lavender's help was forced to follow her mistress into her new hell. Even so, they both seem to enjoy their stay in the Devil's Den as part of the Devil's incarnate mafia group which was know as D.I for short.

My heart dropped. It shouldn’t have shocked me. I always knew there was darkness clinging to Damien, one he never talked about. But hearing it…from his father’s mouth, no less...it still hit hard. "A walking killing machine." He added casually with a slight chuckle. I tensed in my seat, staring at the man who raised the devil himself. But was Damien truly a devil? Or a man shaped by his own past? His father leaned forward. "So imagine our surprise when we heard Damien planned to marry some mysterious girl from nowhere named Roxanne."

He stood in the doorway, sleeves rolled to his elbows, shirt open at the collar. He looked infuriatingly calm. Ronan Blackwood I've been too shocked to recognise him last night but now - fuck! Ronan Blackwood the rumoured devil. I had no idea if I should scream or just laugh because how the hell did I end up with the devil himself? “You had no right,” I said, my voice low, hard. “I saved your life.” he responded calmly. “You took it.” I marched toward him, heat burning through my chest. “You didn’t ask. You didn’t give me a choice. You just—scooped me up like I was some damsel who needed a knight.”

HAUTEA'S POV She was twenty-six, maybe twenty-seven, with the specific look of someone who had dressed carefully to appear as though they hadn’t. She was standing at the building entrance at eight fifteen AM when I came back from my morning run, still warm and loose-limbed, earbuds dangling around my neck. A woman stepped forward. “Are you Hautea Sinclair?” “Sinclair-Javier,” I said, keeping my breathing even. “Yes.” “My name is Jess Calder.” She said it with the steadiness of someone who had practiced the words. “I need to talk to you about Drake.”

Our daughter, Julie Newman, who was about to graduate from university, and Sean argued over who would name the baby. But in the next instant, the baby inside me spoke—clear as a bell, "Stupid sister, I don't want you to name me! Mom said once you graduate, she'll sell you off, so she can use that money for my future wedding!" My daughter's face drained of color. It had happened this way in my last life too. The moment she heard the baby's voice, my daughter's smile vanished. Bright and outgoing, she shut down and stopped being close to us.

She knows dealing with him can be signing off herself to her death but she was ready to put everything on stake. For him she was only a pawn but their deal changed something in him. A crack, something shifted inside him and he knew that Olivia Vitalio, daughter of his biggest enemy is going to be his death. The devil was losing his heart even before he could realize that he had one at the first place. His love was unexpected and she was burning him with her fire, he who wanted to ruin her world was being destroyed by her into pieces and bringing his doom.

“Hello, cousin.” “Skyla.” I replied as I crossed my arms. “In the flesh, dear cousin,” She countered with a small smirk. “She seems more psychotic than you.” I remarked to Azura, making Skyla arch one of her brows. “That’s because I am, I mean, you’ve met the Westwood Devil. Now you meet Lucifer, the devil of devils herself. Just don’t get on my bad side, I have a talent for creating hell.” Her words made Azura suppress a snicker. But although I had a feeling she’d follow up on that shit, I wasn’t scared. She may be Alejandro’s daughter, but I was also a Rossi.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

With his arms now free, the young man directs his hands to the third beauty still 'sleeping' at his chest, more precisely to her buttocks, grabbing each of her buttcheeks and squishing the supple meat in his hands. "Hmmmm…" Letting a throaty moan, the third beauty opens her eyes and looks up to the young man's face. Her deep purple eyes, that were slowly changing to pink color, expressed just one feeling at that moment, hunger. And not the one for food. Those eyes, combined with her long black hair that was arranged in twin tails, and the bountiful E-cup breasts pressed against the young man's chest, gave her a very devilish beauty. Her name, Serafall Sitri Leviathan, the only female member

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.’