روايات وقصص ضمن Name Of The Son Of The Devil

"The world is counting on you, and we won’t let you fall." " Can I ask you one more thing? Who is the devil, and who is the witches?" Stella finally dared to ask, whatever her grandmother had written back then. Lucian is the devil, Lucifer's son, and Morgan, your brother is the king of witches. The revelation was too much because, in the next instant Stella passed out.

Luci, I think all this that has been happening to me is all because of the devil. " There is only one reason why the Devil will be after you. Did you make a deal with him, or did your parents did?" Sonia nodded her head. " My forefather, Richeal Sotomayor, he met the devil and together, they made a deal among themselves. He promised that his descendants will serve Lucifer as their Master and it keeps passing on in our blood." " Then what does he want from you?" He asked. " I don't know why he won't let me be. Our family started deviating from this rule, I personally started backsliding so I won't blame him for choosing me as his deal. "

I gave him the most honest explanation I could think of. "You picked them because it had his name.... I mean, your brother's name. Si?" Son of the Devil.. How did he?

“Kill them all” I mean every fucken’ word. I came back to bury my father and had no intentions of going against any of them, but they had to push me into this. It was the same with my father. He became the devil because they killed his wife first, his retaliation earned him the nickname, but they made him that way. Well, I am the devil’s daughter and I will be damned if I let them get away with this. “No!” The objection comes from the person I least expected.

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.

"Those bastards..." "They really went too far this time." "My name is Xolvion. Xolvion Valous by the way. I am the youngest son of the demon lord of the Valous kingdom, and next in line to his throne." "Unlike my brothers and sisters, I didn't inherit any magical power or crazy strong abilities. Nope. I'm the bastard son of a lowly Succubus that my father fucked a couple of times. For some reason, unknown to me, my father chose me as his next heir to the throne, a hornless bastard, good for nothing."

Back in my room, I was thinking about the Agosti brothers, it’s so strange that all of them have been named after the devil in some way or the other. Lucifer the devil himself, Set the Egyptian god of death, Abaddon the destruction, and Draco, the Dracula. Can’t believe any parent would want to give these names to their child. But my father gave me a such name as well. And with that thought, all my pent-up emotions come back to haunt me. And as I lay in bed, I can hear a loud howl. What is this place, are we in the middle of a forest? ****** In the morning I am called to Grandfather Agosti’s office. Giovanni comes to take me and brings me to a small elevator.

he declared. I stopped walking… and breathing. “How? I didn’t even give you the tittle of my story…” “A criminal novel, “Inside the Devil’s Mind”, by Anako… Not too creative nickname. Guessing on your reaction I was right, it is your story.” He got closer to me and looked straight into my eyes. “I like the main character, that Troy… You could say we have few things in common,” he used his usual, devilish smirk. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm but it was impossible, my face was already turning red.

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.