Son Of The Devil Damien Novels & Stories

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 said and turned away but Kyle pulled him back again, " Answer my damn question!", " He's not just a man!" Damien yelled, his hand shivering as the undying memories flashed across his eyes, " he's a devil, a demon, a psychopath!" he shouted at the top of his voice and started panting lightly. " How? Who's he? Isn't he just a businessman?", " You fool, remember the underworld supreme one I told you about?", " Yes? You said he didn't exist", " Oh well, he did exist and he's Christian Charles",

Here I am Damien, the Devil's son. Now, do not get me wrong, I love to see pain brought to your face over and over, but this does not hold the same excitement it used to hold me before. It is the same as always, mostly, funny enough, it is not murder, yet they are my favorite ones to watch. What gets you down here is your own greed; you, yourself, will be your own downfall. Although I do love to watch you stew in your own mess, I do also sometimes crave the things that a man like me should not crave. Those little things that are forbidden.

Chris didn't budge, "Like I said, I don't care. I have to find the people behind my parents' death. They will pay. They will pay for everything." Chris flinched as he suddenly felt intense pain on his left wrist. He checked his wrist and an image started to etch on his skin. It felt like his skin is being seared, it continued for over a minute but Chris bore the pain. The pain stopped as soon as the image is completed. Image of a crown. "The contract has been completed." The demon gladly announced. Chris stared at the demon, "State your name demon." The demon laughed, completely delighted and amused with what is happening. “My name is Damien.”

I was done calling her bluff. “That was extreme, Delanxy.” My mom's voice complained. “You could have opted for a more… safer means.” Delanxy scoffed. “Nothing good comes easy, Helen. Rapheal had to pay a little price for choosing me over that slut and making a mockery of me. Besides, you practically begged for this so why’re you acting like you have a choice?” She could barely hide the irritation in her voice. “But he's my son, Delanxy. You should have considered that fact. We had an agreement.”

He didn't say anything and just looked at her with those cold eyes. Kimmy was about to break down... Gabriel West. How on earth did she manage to encounter a man like him. He was the most feared man in the country,his name alone made people shiver and send men running in fear. Even the police had to bow when they saw him. Of course she knew who he was, everyone did. He owned half of the city as he was in charge of the underground world. He was known as the devil's son. He was given that name for a reason, everywhere he went chaos followed, blood was spilled. Gabriel was known to be cruel and heartless in doing things,he had killed a lot of people to get to where he was.

He wasn't allowed to talk finish when the devil voice filled the room, immediately the big projector in the room on show Damien sitting like the devil him self. " You might wanna leave your hands off my WIFE, cos in the next fucking minute, you won't use your hands to touch anything good but your mother cold dead body." Damien drop his word venomous walking to Tristan mother who is tied to a piller her body is already swollen, she's crying helplessly as Damien raise his gun to her chin.

“I don’t do love; hell, I don’t do relationships. But I want to keep you in my life; like I said last night, it was great, and I want more of that.” Raven looks at Damon wondering where he is going with his story. “If he doesn’t do relationships, then what does he want? Just sex, but how?” she asks herself. “Meaning,” she finally decides to ask him. “Let’s just say I have crazy sex desires. That not many women can take, but you sucked my huge dick more than once. And that not many women can do,” he tells her. “I could be wrong, but you can fulfill any of those desires. Depending on your pain intake,” he continues to say.

) My body convulsed, waves dragging me under, until I was boneless in his arms, panting, half-sobbing. He didn’t stop. His fingers kept moving, relentless, drawing out every drop of pleasure until I swore I saw stars. “Lucian—I can’t—” “Yes, you can. Again.” His tone was iron, demanding. “No—too much—” “Trust me.” He pressed harder, faster, and my body betrayed me again, another climax tearing through me so violently I bit down on his shoulder to muffle the scream. His curse was ragged this time. “Porca miseria.” (Holy shit.)

Flame licks across her printed smile, curling the photo into ash. And when the last piece falls to the floor, I say quietly, “The man I was died with my father.” The smoke rises, twisting in the sunlight like a silent crown. And in that stillness, the Don is born.