Novel & Cerita Name Of The Devil's Daughter

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

Then he pulled a letter from his desk and handed it to me. I read it, my blood running cold. The words were sharp and cruel, filled with hatred and threats. I could feel the venom dripping from every sentence. To the Devil of Vercelli, You have taken what is ours. You have built your empire on the bones of our family. But we are coming for you. We are coming for your wife. We are coming for your son. And we will take everything from you, just as you took everything from us. The Serpents of the South.

I asked back in an equal tone. Her eyes widened like something in her had just been shattered. “You’re my only daughter, my only child. I can’t just let you ruin your life like this. Come here, I’ll take you to church. You’re possessed by the devil and need deliverance.” She grabbed my hand.

"My father is the king after all. I've spent my days in the palace, living a life of luxury." "Your father...is the king?" Dominik asked, a bewildered look, plastered on his face. "Yes, is that a problem?" Dominik went quiet for a while. "Have you heard of the devil alpha?" The name immediately rang a bell in my head. Over the year, there a known group of Lycans, led by the devil alpha. The devil alpha was known for his strength, power, and ruthlessness. I had heard my father discussing about it with Vera and from the way he spoke, he detested the devil alpha.

The Russians have done things far worse than we have. Especially Semion aka the devil. He has no weakness, is very intelligent, and has brutal skills on the field. The stories I've heard of him are incredible. He might be the most feared man in the underworld but that inspires me more to be far worse than him. The Italians have studied his moves carefully. Knowing what his witnesses destroyed him but for the past century, we haven't found anything until last month. His precious daughter. He's done a great job hiding his daughter from us but now that she's soon to reach her 20s and searching for a husband. This is our opportunity to take him down.

Elle still not believing what she said "Why would I, I mean everything I say, don't underestimate me, best" Elle stared at Isabel shocked of her words. Of course she knows, Isabel is smart, dangerous but not to this extent. This is too much. The poor father got disowned by his own daughter. "Don't you think you are taking this too far" "Don't be afraid, you don't know who my father is " Isabel chuckled evilly,"Just like he is fearful and call himself the devil, I'm the devil's daughter".

He didn’t need to speak for me to hear his thoughts: How far will she go before she forgets herself? They called me many things now. Some whispered “queen.” Others muttered “witch.” But the name that stuck, the one that spread like wildfire through the underworld, was the one I never asked for, the one I never denied. The Devil’s Handmaiden. From been sold as a Handmaiden into the blackwood mansion, to rising as the queen, the one who stole the heart of the Devil “Dominique”. I hadn’t chosen it. But it was mine. And I would carry it well with so much pride abd dignity.

Summer sat on her father’s lap while he and Carmilla sat side by side at the pool’s edge, their feet dangling in the water. I couldn’t hold back my tears this time. They looked like the perfect family, laughing together like I didn’t even exist. I pressed a hand over my mouth to muffle my sobs. No… That’s my daughter. That’s my Summer Frost. "That’s my daughter. That’s my daughter." I whispered the words over and over, as if repeating them could ease the ache in my chest. If Helios didn’t love me anymore, so be it. But please—don’t let them take my daughter away from me. I’m her mother. I am.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."