Son Of Devil Novels & Stories

"Bella, I've seen how you look at him when you think no one's watching. And I've seen how he looks at you. This could be dangerous in ways that have nothing to do with the mafia." "I don't look at him any particular way." "Sure. And I'm the Queen of England." I ignored her, staring at Dante's contact on my phone. My thumb hovered over the call button. I was scared. This was insane. He'd laugh in my face. He would use my desperation against me, leverage it to his advantage, make my life hell while enjoying every bit of it. But then I thought of Vittorio's dead eyes and the gun pointed at my father's head. This was a deal between the devil and the devil's son. I chose the devil's son. Only Dan

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

I'm just saying. The Sons of the Devil changed women like they change clothes. But this particular Son of the Devil... Changes women hourly. Why had Parker given me this job? Why had I accepted it? Oh, yeah. For the money, of course. "See babbbbby, I would kill for you. I mean I would die for you, give everything, I mean everything up for you..." Addison Lee's voice shot through my phone's speaker. "Time I change this ringtone," I said as I picked up my phone. Staring at the incoming call that has no name, I frowned. It was 11 pm, who the fuck would be calling me at 11?

Father yelled at me and I stiffened up next to the edge of the trail, a deep ditch right next to me. “It wasn’t me…” I said the words with a shaky voice. “Oh! I know it was you!” Father looked like he was ready to hunt, “I always knew you were trouble!” He stood right in front me, glaring at me with those bloodshot eyes, “I know what you really are, I knew you were going to do something like this one day!” He raised his hand in the air, “You belong to a family who has a contract with a devil.” The slap that I received right after his small speech made me fall to the ground, my cheek stung so hard it felt like someone had scraped it, I even tasted some blood in my mouth but those words of hi

he mumbled, breaking everything, he sees. Like an angry bull in a bullfight against its arch-enemy, or perhaps an Alpha dog defending his territory, no, a devil, more than a devil, breaking everything, he sees throwing anything he grabs at the poor daughter to whom they all see as the devil’s daughter. “You devil!” He screams with the flush of red all over his face and the words that in this world the only thing that he regrets is to have a daughter who is the very blood of Satan himself. “Please.” Crying and begging, while she curls unto the side trying to reason out for something that she did not do.

“You’re fucking mother just killed my mother and we want you all to die! Consider yourself lucky enough because you’re still alive now! But later? I will personally w---” “Viro? What the hell are you doing to her?!” Someone interrupted him. I looked at that person, at a young age I felt angry again, he’s the man who killed my parent. He showed up in front of me again. The man in front of me let go of my cheek. “Father,” the man said in fear. So, he’s the devil’s son. “I told you don’t come here without my permission.” He said darkly in much authority.

Fallon Wiping blood from my blade, I tuck my sword back into its sheath and gaze down at the bloody creature with satisfaction. For months these supernatural assassins have been coming out of the woodwork to kill me. Being the son of the devil has definite downsides. For one, Lucifer’s enemies will do anything to hurt him by hurting me. It’s no secret that despite some differences in fundamental opinions that he and I have, my father cares for me and respects him.

He fell on his knees, and his dad, Lord Lucifer, grabbed his face. "You are Vincenzo West Pecaminoso… Son of Sin. You will only act like your father. You are my puppet. I gave you life; I made you. I could have let your mom abort you, but I didn’t. So you will act like me, do what I want you to do. I heard you when you said you would never hurt a woman. I won’t let you be a simp. You will kill your mom with a gun." He whispered.

He asked, “Your father is the Devil…. LUCIFER!” She said, and Luciano was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe his ears. He normally hears it from humans that the Devil is an enemy of God, and he manipulates human and lure them in doin' evil things. Whenever he hears about the story, he too couldn't help it but hate Lucifer for making Adam and Eve commit such sin. Now to think of it, he appears to be the offspring of the Devil and the person he hated. No big deal, he has always hated his father and mother since childhood, so it wouldn't make any difference.