Son Of The Devil Damien Novels & Stories

Damien was a Moretti, son of one of the most powerful crime lords in Italy. "My father knows where I am?" The question came out quiet. "Not yet." Enzo examined his nails casually. "But he will soon because I'm going to tell him. Unless you give me a reason not to." "What do you want?" Damien's hands had curled into fists. "Information. Names. Details about certain operations you were involved in before you ran." Enzo's smile widened. "And maybe a little compensation for my silence. Say, fifty thousand euros?" "I don't have that kind of money." Damien's voice was tight. "I'm a priest, I own nothing."

" Mira, The Dark Devil is not someone who will engage in sentimental talks... you should know better... he might have played a role in birthing you but he isn't your average father figure... " Mira flipped her hair, turning around with her haughty air. " Really? Are we talking about my birth giver now? I thought this topic was forbidden... I tried to ask you so many time but you always ignored me.... I am the daughter of a Devil.... it took my uncle Kilian to travel here from another world for me to know about it..... I get it... I don't need your expert advise anymore.... the only reason we came here was to ask for those Masking Potions.... Are you willing to give them to us or we leave jus

Knowing that he could see them, Hazel made them visible but her face carried a shocked expression. "What is it Hazel" Claire asked, "It's not possible" she blurted, "What's not possible" Claire asked, "He is a Perrenial Wolf, a direct descendant from the demon Hades who mated with a white wolf" She answered confusing Claire the more, "I don't understand what you are saying" Claire replied, "He is the destruction of the world" Hazel whispered to her, Claire was dumbfounded with the words coming out of Hazel's mouth, she opted to Luther and stretched her hands to him, he mumbled at her touch spurring his fur.

He was going to kill us all. "No.." Diane muttered under her breath as her fear increased and was noticeable. She didn't seem to be scared about the king alone but it looked like something bad was happening to Lenora. "Rot with the rest of your siblings " he grinned before I suddenly felt a sharp burning pain in my chest. "Please leave my son alone, he's the only one I have left" Diane begged while I stood frozen in the air as his hands pierced into my chest, clawing every one of my organs, giving me a slow taste of death before he would rip my heart out.

Armory and drug-related information all related to Braden and Atlas. Atlas was a little believable, because he’d shown a glimpse of that side of him, but Braden… I wanted to remain in denial so bad. But this…this file was solid proof that I never knew who I married and fell in love with, and right now, I didn’t even know who I was fucking, that well either. I was falling a fool three solid times. From what I’d just seen in this video, both brothers were dark entities wrapped in beautiful bodies and handsome, deceiving faces. Atlas a devil, Braden a demon.

Falcone smiled looking at the brown twinkling eyes which were clenching and yawning lips. There was a cute pout but the devil inside him already woke up with the rise of sun “Good Morning Son! Te…” before he said further. Damien went to the bed ignoring his Father and laid near her mother. He did not even bother to reply to his father. He put his head between her breasts and clutched it in his little hands.

A sick wave of cold crashed over me, starting from the base of my spine and crawling up to the back of my neck. I nudged the door open just enough to see him. Damien stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, one hand gripping his whiskey glass, the other pressed to his ear. He was shirtless, slacks hanging low on his hips, his hair disheveled like he hadn’t slept. Or maybe like he hadn’t cared. My husband, the charming, successful entrepreneur with his spotless suits and smooth words—now looked like man who was about to unravel in the most unpleasant ways.

"Let me call on the guys who sent him to the hospital, you know we can talk to the members of the dragon gang now." I nodded, and he waited for a few seconds until someone spoke to him. They had a conversation as I leaned my back on the couch and closed my eyes. Thinking about her and how she is doing, I wanted to see her but I may have to wait until we start building the casino as part of my bargain with the dragon gang. "Boss, you will not like what happened to him." "Tell me." Donte shook his head and exhaled. "The doctor said that he had damaged his brain and would be in a coma for the time being. It's bad, the fact that his father did that to him."

The bond between father and son was rapidly weakening. Caelus lowered his head and let out a weak, broken chuckle. “Y-You… think you can protect that sinful child from me… by killing me?” Slowly, he lifted his blood-soaked face, a manic grin spreading across his lips. “Angels don’t die. I will simply take a new form… and every time… I will come back to kill—” Finn’s eyes turned blood-red. His massive black wings spread wide as he fully embraced his Devil form, power radiating off him in dark waves.

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”