Novel & Cerita Return Of The Devil's Son

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.”

“And what do you have to lose, you already lost everything,” She gazed at me, “I have nothing to lose,” she muttered. “Why does it feel like I am about to make a deal with the son of the devil,” I chuckled. “Don’t be modest Elena, if we make this deal, you would be making it with the Devil himself,”

“You are my Champion. You are going to be sweet like your Mommy, right? Don’t worry. The Villain here, who is me will change. “Happy looked straight in to his sparkling green eyes and smiled. There were no words to describe this interaction between a father and a son. It was so out of the world. Melvin too was startled. Perhaps, she might have judged the devil king wrongly. Sometimes, a person behaves according to the trauma that he went through in the past but right at that point, he saw a man with feelings. A man who would be a good father and a good husband. But what the fucking hell happened in his life? What kind of shit did he go through to make him turn in to a devil? Whatever, it wa

“Your father gave you to me, and I can't let those idiot rivals of his tamper with you. You’re sharp-tongued, defiant, and breathtaking. I’ve never wanted someone so badly while simultaneously needing them to fight me.” I pressed back slightly, smirk tugging at my lips despite the tremor in my body. “You talk too much, devil’s son. But keep it up, I like the sound of your voice.” He chuckled, low and throaty, the sound pressing against my skin, making my blood run hot. “That’s only the beginning. By the time this night ends, I’ll have you knowing exactly who’s in charge, and yet, you’ll still think you are.” And for the first time since they had dragged me from my home, I realized something

Her voice was down but cold "But why mum??? He's my uncle and I like him. He always play with me and he makes me happy." He said sadly bending his head. " Stay away from him. Remember he isn't human like you. He's the devil's son, he's biological son. So don't mess with him, else he will drag you to hell with him. Is that what you want ???" He's mother asked cozily " But how is he the devil's son. Remember the devil is a spirit and we can't see him. How then are we seeing Lucian." The little boy was growing interest. I boiled in fury. How can a mother say this to his son

The air seemed to grow colder, the shadows deepening and twisting into grotesque forms. And then, my father saw him. The devil. He was tall and imposing, with piercing black eyes that seemed to bore into my father’s very soul. His skin was a deep, fiery red, and his voice was like thunder. "So, you're the one who's been seeking me out," The devil said, his voice dripping with malevolence. "What is it that you want from me and why?" My father swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "I want to be successful," he said finally. "I want to be rich and powerful, and I want to never have to worry about money again."

"If he gives you any trouble, if he slows down the extraction by even a second, leave him in the dirt. Or put a bullet in his head and burn the cabin with him inside. He has outlived his usefulness to this family. He allowed himself to be blinded by a woman, and a weak leader is a dead leader. Do what you need to do, Silas. Just don't come back without the girl." "Understood, sir," Silas said. "I’ll call you when we’re on the road." The line clicked dead, and the heavy boots began to move away from the cellar door, heading toward the back hallway where Henry had been stationed. In the absolute darkness of that crawlspace, the words settled over me like a sheet of ice. This was it. This was t

After I shouted to choose Matteo, my mother, Sofia, looked down at me in shock. "Lia, what are you talking about?! You just told me yesterday that Vincenzo treats you the best. Why are you choosing Matteo now?" Matteo had a terrible reputation among the Families. Everyone said he was bloodthirsty and ruthless, with enough blood on his hands to stain the entire river red. I used to hide whenever I saw him, crying and begging my mother to hold me. But they would never know that in my last life, the terrifying Diavolo Sanguinario was the only one who avenged my mother and me.

Then the words came, low and rough, like they’d been dragged from somewhere deep and buried. “My mother was killed when I was fourteen,” he said. “Conti hit. They wanted to send a message to my father about territory. She was caught in the crossfire, wrong place, wrong time. Or maybe exactly the right place if you were them.” His voice cracked on the last word, the first real fracture she’d ever heard in it. “I found her. Still warm. Eyes open like she was waiting for me to do something. That’s when I became this.” He gestured vaguely at himself, at the blood on his knuckles. “The devil they all whisper about. Because the only way to survive was to become worse than what took her.”

As they caught their breath, Luca held him tightly. “The war is here,” he said softly. “But so are we. And I have never been more ready.” The devil had declared his love openly. Now the underworld would bleed for it.