Novel & Cerita Son Of Devil

“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

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

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.

He knew I didn’t bluff. “Everything you have… every dollar, every privilege, every breath you take… exists because I allow it.” I stopped directly in front of him, towering over the pathetic sight he had become. “And right now, I am questioning whether you deserve to keep breathing.” His hands shook against the arms of the chair. “I am your son.” “Barely.” My voice was pure disgust. “A real son would protect what belongs to the family. Would understand that when a woman takes our name, she becomes sacred. But you? You are too busy getting high and sticking your dick in anything that moves to remember what honor means.”

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

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.”

He shifted, leaned back, legs spread wider, one boot tapping the floor with lazy rhythm. “I’m sure you’ve heard of The Devil,” he said. His voice was smooth. Deep. Too calm. It wasn’t the kind of voice that threatened you. It was the kind that made promises you knew would come true, even if they were the kind to make your skin crawl. I blinked. “Only the one from the Bible.” He chuckled. Low. Warm. Wrong. “Are you religious, Luca?” He said my name. It sounded like silk being pulled tight against my throat.

said Liam . " No ! " said mr Ranch with a serious expression . " Then.....what am I ?! " asked Liam . " You are the devil's son ! A true devil ! " said mr Ranch . Liam thought that everything was strange and shocking but what he just heard was the most shocking thing among all the things that he heard from mr Ranch . ' I am the son of a devil ?!........The son of an actual real devil ?!............Could things go any crazier than they already have ?!.......... ' thought Liam with a confused expression .

Avery pursed her lips and tried to pull her hand back, but she could not break free from his grip. "Come on!" His eyes grew red as he said through gritted teeth, "Other than your best friend, there's also your son! Have you forgotten that I came close to strangling your son to death?! I'm the devil! I will harm anyone who crosses me! It doesn't matter if it's your best friend or your son, I won't show them any mercy!" She could feel his hot breath fan across her face, and she somehow seemed to have caught his evil nature.