Name Of The Devil's Daughter Novels & Stories

CLARA’S POV: A month later Now, a month after nights upon nights of vigorously trying to control my wolf, my new titles have somehow become: ‘devil luna’, ‘devil Donna’, ‘devil she-wolf, just anything with a devil before it! The reason, you ask? Well, my wolf is the new me…basically. It seems my own body doesn’t even belong to me, since I’m the one who’s always fighting for control! She takes over typically whenever Kasan is out of sight and lunges at whomever she spots first, be it humans, the rest of the pack or a freaking rat. For some reason, she usually spares my brother, his mate, Kenley and my parents from her violence. But that doesn’t make it any less bad!

it was like the devil himself confessing his acts. I’m indeed the Devil’s Bride. The kind of devil that you’re so comfortable with, before you even realize. The kind that makes your pussy drip, even when you’re angry. “ Megan, just in case my father asks, he shouldn’t know that I told you this or what happens to any of my ex-wives. Okay baby? I need you now like never before. I just thought of letting you know because it just happened suddenly…”

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

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 asked, confused at her actions. This was never what I expected from her. She is the daughter of Kyle and Stan, two heartless demons. She should be more like them and hate me so much too. "You are already calling him Alpha?" She sighed and sniffed. "I have no choice..." I breathed as I understood what she meant. "I regret being the daughter of those devils. They were once my lovely parents, but now they have both turned into devils. My father killed the man who made him who he was. Your father treated him like a brother and made him the Beta when he was nothing. My mother gave her heart to the demons, and now she is being manipulated. Can I still call those two my parents?" She shrieked i

Gaetano screamed. “It’s my turn to make you suffer. You killed my baby, so I’ve killed your son. And now, I will make sure you will witness the death of your wife.” My voice was calm and steady as I spoke to him. “My dear father, you were playing with The Devil’s Fire. And you’re about to get burned.” I gave him a vicious smile. “I want him outside, tied to a pole.” I said to Damiano. “Your wish is my command, mia Donna.” Damiano looked at Gaetano with a sinister look, and for once, I think Damiano was curious to see what I had planned.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

" You foolish girl. The only reason we still live here is because we cannot afford to go anywhere else. This woman is cursed. We cannot even take down her memorial. She came as an angel but turned out , she was the devil all along. A damned daughter or the daughter of the damned, whatever we call her, she will always be a monster. " A laughter filled their room. " Why are you teaching your child nonsense? She had more intelligence than you ignorant, lot. " The woman pulled whatever she could lay her hands on and started swinging at the invisible voice. " Get away from us? Stay away from my daughter. Why are you doing this to us? What do you want from our children? " She swung desperately as

It was always something to stare at. "What did they do to Tech and Simeon? Tell me where they are!" My wolf spoke and I echoed. For the record, I was to jump on to Abigail and hug her so tightly and perhaps kiss her for a long time, but my wolf disagreed. She infact was the very daughter of the wicked man Sullivan. Nothing could change that fact. She definitely must have joined in the war and killing of my people. "Nathan, it's me. You don't remember?" She asked suddenly expressing an emotionally confused state.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'm not the kind old lady you think I am, I'm the evil old woman. I'm a devil worshipper, I'm a cursed demon slave!" "Huh? what do you mean?" asked Nathania. She was too shocked to hear the answer. "For the sake of my son, I have no choice but to become a slave to the devil. In order to avenge my son, I must give my soul to the devil. For the sake of Jim, this is all to avenge the suffering that Jim endured! Those bastards, I want them all dead! I want them to die in agony ...!” she shouted with great anger and hatred.