Son Of The Devil Damien Novels & Stories

Denver looked at his son and said in a hateful voice. Hearing his Father's words, Damien immediately protested, "Dad, how did I know that girl was a fraud? She came to me as a client to work in partnership and claimed to be a big businesswoman. I decided to work with her thinking about our company. But I didn't know that she was a fraud and that she came to steal money from me," Damien looked at his Father and saw Denver looking at him angrily.

The call was answered on the second ring. "Hi, Mom," came the voice of her son, Damien. Damien Cage was thirty-four years old, making him six years younger than his half-brother Devon. Unlike Devon, who had inherited his father's strong jaw and commanding presence, Damien was smaller about, 5.6ft tall compared to Devon who was 6.1ft but no less ambitious. He had his mother's calculating eyes and her talent for manipulation. "Damien, darling, I have news," Rita said, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Devon and that girl Clara are having twins."

His father is a businessman as well as the Crime Lord or the Don of the underground organization that controls the ins and outs of the City. As far as I know, Ciro Romano has eyes everywhere— except for me. It's been eight years since they last heard of me. That's when I burned down the orphanage, killing most of his men. I know they've been hunting for me for quite some time until they have to give up. Luckily, Rose Davis, my adopted mother traveled by the road I've been hiding the day she made an ultimate decision to transfer to Brakstone City, saving me from the hands of Ciro Romano. A distinctive car honk sounded outside making me grin. He’s here. I slung my bag on my shoulder, a practic

"I don't care if I have to burn this whole city to the ground to do it." I sat there in the dark, the blue light of the screen reflecting in my eyes, watching her sit in the silence of her prison. I wasn't just the son anymore. I wasn't just the ex-lover or the strategist. I was the wrecking ball. And I was going to make sure that when this house finally fell, Victor Draven was the only one left in the rubble.

Lena asks. "Well if you must know, the demons are only attracted to you. They have your scent as their order to obey. I would be fine as long as i know that you're in safe and strong hands." She smiles and gives him a hug. Adrian and Marcus had already returned from their trip to the car, to find Heimdall and Lena enclosed into a hug. Adrian asks a question with a neutral expression. "What did we miss?, What revelation did we not see this time.?"

She was glad Damien was taking revenge on their behalf " You know, Damien doesn't give a shit about you, right? Even if he manages to get away with this, he's only doing it for himself. He won't come for you " " Say whatever you want, Devil, but I'm not telling you anything!" " I've always wondered how easy it was for you to choose one son over the other. When I was younger, I used to pray that one day my mother would come for me. I never understood then why you threw me away " " None of it matters now! I was willing to take you back when I found out you were his son, but you wanted nothing to do with me and your brother. So I did what I thought was best for us "

Eric took slow walks around her, thinking of the necessary part to start from. He stopped walking and squatted in her front, he wanted her to see his face while he explained the whole thing to her. “I am the son of Evans Draco, the fourth most dangerous man in the mafia world.” He stated with pride and he could see the shock on Rebecca’s face when he said that. “Wanna know who the first is?” He asked, but he didn’t get a reply. Rebecca’s curious gaze was already a reply for him, so he continued. “Your father, Michael Lucas.”

Her hands shook as she slipped it off. She placed it gently on the nightstand, right beside the sonogram—black and white and beautiful—that he hadn’t seen. And then she was gone. Damien stood by the window in his office, every muscle tight, jaw clenched. “I’m not you” he said, finally. Quiet, but clear. “You used people like pieces. I won’t do that. Not to her.” His father didn’t even blink. “I built something real. And now you’re ready to burn it all for a woman who doesn’t belong in it.”

"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

She staggered on her words, her body shuddering tremendously. This man terrifies her, a lot. His uncanny sensation frightens and scares the people around him. He's known for his aloofness, unemotional, ruthlessness, and savagery. He's a man who doesn't care about anyone likewise a soul not to mess with. He's extremely cold, he's brutal and dangerous. Many see him as a non-human even the distinct souls around England acknowledge him as... The devil’s son. "I think he's still drunk, thank goddess!" Madam Madison inwardly muttered, clenching her chest in a little relief as she gazed at the gelid king.