Son Of The Devil Novels & Stories

saying he cheered himself While others gave confused smile, but next instant they were surprised and shock listening to him Sinha and play Piano 'Baby I wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel Ever since a child he grew up listening to love Heard the stories of Devil's how they were smitten Heard the stories of Angel's how they fallen on earth Never once he believed that Angel's are real and Devil's get's it one He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Dev

Smile plastered over his face slowly folding the sleeves back knowing the fact why his son is really here. “Why dont you do it already rather than acting like a good son who wants to spend time with his father” “When you already knew about it why did let me in the first place” “Well I can't stop the presence of the devil right because of whom I’m here” “You are still in delusion Ota-san the devil did not make what you are, it was you yourself brought where you are. Well if you say I’m the devil why not give me your life and soul to walk in the path of hell” Takeshi smiles finally putting his hand sideways.

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.

In the middle of the night, a fiery chariot came to a stop in the firmament, on the chariot stood a Celestia beauty, his long white hair was adorned with a majestic golden crown carved into the shape of of the sun, the white dress he wore danced to the tune of the night wind, it shone in the dark night as his body radiates the sun. Zeus cast his glowing eyes on his three sons whose appearance screams the aftermath of war, muscular bodies scathe with bad slashes , batters and bruises of all shapes, the eyes of this three young men were the color of blood tinted with stubbornness and anger will a strong hatred carefully sandwiched between them. Their surroundings were marred by the aftermath o

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.”

I'm just saying. The Sons of the Devil changed women like they change clothes. But this particular Son of the Devil... Changes women hourly. Why had Parker given me this job? Why had I accepted it? Oh, yeah. For the money, of course. "See babbbbby, I would kill for you. I mean I would die for you, give everything, I mean everything up for you..." Addison Lee's voice shot through my phone's speaker. "Time I change this ringtone," I said as I picked up my phone. Staring at the incoming call that has no name, I frowned. It was 11 pm, who the fuck would be calling me at 11?

“You look like you’re waiting for me to grow horns and drag you to hell.” I lifted my chin, even though my knees wanted to buckle. “They call you the Devil’s son. What else should I expect?” A faint sound escaped him, almost like the start of a laugh but colder. He took one step closer, then another, until the space between us felt too small. “And what do they say about me exactly? That I drink blood? That I killed my own mother with a curse?” I backed up until my legs hit the edge of the massive bed. “They say misfortune follows you. That anyone close to you ends up broken or dead.”

he mumbled, breaking everything, he sees. Like an angry bull in a bullfight against its arch-enemy, or perhaps an Alpha dog defending his territory, no, a devil, more than a devil, breaking everything, he sees throwing anything he grabs at the poor daughter to whom they all see as the devil’s daughter. “You devil!” He screams with the flush of red all over his face and the words that in this world the only thing that he regrets is to have a daughter who is the very blood of Satan himself. “Please.” Crying and begging, while she curls unto the side trying to reason out for something that she did not do.

King Oliver shouted at the man who was none other than his son, Zamien. “Father, I know I made a mistake but I am not getting why are you so adamant about this rule? We are Devils who are fed on human blood and flesh. I do not think there is anything wrong with that. Just because of a petty agreement with the Angels you are giving me such a huge punishment?” Zamien complained to his father.

I ask as I look down at the floor in front of my father's desk. My father falls silent. I slowly look up at him to see him staring intensely at me. "What are you talking about son?" He asks seriously. "Layla was pregnant when she died. The deal I made with the devil was fulfilled upon her death. Our unborn child died with her and its lifeforce was absorbed into her body giving her a second chance at life. As soon as the devil and I made our deal I became the devil. That was the devil's plan from the beginning." I reply.