Novel & Cerita Son Of Devil

“Then I reverse the transfer. And I make a phone call to those gentlemen searching for your father. Have you any idea what happens to the daughters of men who do not pay their debts?” I stared at him in horror. He was blackmailing me, using my family’s safety to manipulate me. The charming young man had become the very essence of the Devil. “Why?” I asked. “Why marry me? Why marry a woman you hate? How can you marry a woman you said you would never love?” Luca placed his drink down and moved towards me. He stopped right in front of me and lifted my hand so that he could examine the ring which I was now forced to wear.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

He is The Devil incarnated both metaphorically and literally... God's son who is punished to live in hell on earth where sinners live... And keep getting reincarnated... The Mafia world... Ruled by him. where sinners are kept away from others ruled by him. But god wanted him dead and planned his death from his human brother. He was supposed to die by his brother's plan but he didn't. because even after ruining almighty god's plans... she saved him...

Monica smiled at her, eyeing her mother with hatred clearly in her eyes, "So you never loved father?" Miriam shook her head blatantly, "He was a very bad person." Her daughter immediately made a threatening move to her, "You dare call him bad. Where were you when he was made Duke of Kilmarnock? Out there being a slut to the late Duke of Anfield." She pointed right to Miriam's face, snarling the rest of her words, "When we needed you the most, you were too busy spending the nights with him here in England. However bad he was, my father never forgot he was a father. He stayed, taught me all I know today, including the ones you were supposed to teach me. And you have the audacity to call him ba

And I look at them just in time to see the young man almost faint, had it not been for Ferguson who got ahold of him, helping him stand upright. Upon entering the pack house, Ferguson sits him on the couch when my father turns to me. "How did you find him?" My father asks me. I go to answer when he cuts me off. "His name is Devon. He is the son of Alpha Silas and Luna Vera, the last survivor of his pack." I gasp. "What?" My father's eyes drift to him in the couch, a fluoredcent glow in his eyes before he turns back to me. "They're all dead."

Just a simple touch from Jarek gets my libido working overtime. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he was some kind of witch—someone with power, someone who could bend me to his will. But then again, isn't that the Devil's domain? Yes… I believe it is. And after all these years, I no longer have any doubt—Jarek Falcon isn't just dangerous. He is the Devil himself.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

That night, the devil visited his son for the first time after a hundred years. The lights in Lucas room had suddenly gone off accompanied by a strange wind. Lucas stood from his bed, and his eyes changed. A spear appeared in his hand, and he got ready for whatever dared to come into his room. A shadow crept into the room from the window, and Lucas raised the spear to stab the shadow with it, but he heard a familiar voice. "Is that how you greet your father after a hundred years?" The devil asked. "Lucifer." Lucas spat his name, and the devil scoffed.

I could see every detail of what happened next, even long after my human eyes went dark. Renata and the others were horrified, of course, but the puppetted shell of my boy then launched into a speech – an admittedly moving speech. He’d always had such talent for that. His words just… stirred the soul. “Evil had taken hold of our father.” He pointed to the body on the pyre. “Only a demon would burn alive an innocent man. This monster,” He gestured to my corpse. “he killed me. He bludgeoned to death his own son, and the man I loved…” His voice broke. “I loved him.” “Of course you did, my saint,” the devil cooed, pushing a hand through his curls.