Son Of The Devil Novels & Stories

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.

The methods he uses for killing or ‘talking’ aren't jokes. “Trust me. It’s my fucking business,” Devil says, stepping closer. Now they’re nose to nose, well, as close as they can be. The girl barely reaches his shoulders. “And how is that?” she dares him, eyes cool. “He’s my old man,” Devil says. In the corner of my eye, I see Chaos, Devil’s father. As usual, his face gives nothing away. “Ah, that’s fine then,” she says. “I’m Violet. Apparently… you’re my older brother. Steven?”

"If he gives you any trouble, if he slows down the extraction by even a second, leave him in the dirt. Or put a bullet in his head and burn the cabin with him inside. He has outlived his usefulness to this family. He allowed himself to be blinded by a woman, and a weak leader is a dead leader. Do what you need to do, Silas. Just don't come back without the girl." "Understood, sir," Silas said. "I’ll call you when we’re on the road." The line clicked dead, and the heavy boots began to move away from the cellar door, heading toward the back hallway where Henry had been stationed. In the absolute darkness of that crawlspace, the words settled over me like a sheet of ice. This was it. This was t

“He was a complete maniac.” The words fell out of my mouth like they were nothing, like they were just some passing detail, but they were everything. Cain—The Devil, as they called him—had torn my world apart. My father had seen nothing wrong with the man who wanted to take me away. The man who terrified me to my core. Who had seemed to know the darkness that lived within me, and wanted to possess it, own it. There was nothing normal about any of it.

THE DEVIL: "Stay away from her," I said as I threw him away from me, cruelly, venting my anger on him but that bastard didn't obey me and the same night I found him in Ella's bed turning him into her boyfriend, Ethan. Stupid Ella wasn't able to recognize him just the way she wasn't able to recognize me as a devil instead of his brother, Oliver.

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

He stood in the doorway, sleeves rolled to his elbows, shirt open at the collar. He looked infuriatingly calm. Ronan Blackwood I've been too shocked to recognise him last night but now - fuck! Ronan Blackwood the rumoured devil. I had no idea if I should scream or just laugh because how the hell did I end up with the devil himself? “You had no right,” I said, my voice low, hard. “I saved your life.” he responded calmly. “You took it.” I marched toward him, heat burning through my chest. “You didn’t ask. You didn’t give me a choice. You just—scooped me up like I was some damsel who needed a knight.”

No humanity, just hunger. “You’re him,” she whispered. “The Devil of the Underworld.” He bowed his head slightly, a mockery of courtly manners. “Dante Moretti. Though most only whisper my name.” Her heart pounded. Dante Moretti wasn’t just a crime lord—he was a myth. A monster in a designer suit. A man with more blood on his hands than the war itself. Rumors said he didn’t age, didn’t bleed, didn’t sleep. That he struck deals in shadows, and those who betrayed him were never found again. Or if they were, it was in pieces.