Novel & Cerita Son Of The Devil

Yet, he has this hold on me; he keeps drawing me in when I know that I should not. So with only but a smile, I pull him closer to me and lay lips softly against his. He only looks at me rather confused, “You do not wish for an explanation?” That, there, tells me that I have, in fact, heard him, so with those trembling hands, I only but whisper to him, “Are you really the Devil?” He softly chuckles at me, “The Devil’s son.” “But that still makes you a Devil, or are you one of those ungodly…?”

He prayed for days only to hear this. ‘Don’t cry Abhi, you won. You saved her whose mother killed your son. Your humanity won. ’ Rohan’s words were like bitter truth. Abhimanyu chuckled ‘It was us Rohan, our faith won.’ Hanging up the call he went back to dinning table. His face was completely different which was noticed by Abhay. His son might be a DEVIL but from his heart he is a soft person and why? Because he is son of both Devil and Angel. His brain might work like Devil but he has a heart of Angel.

"Yes boss, will start the investigations right away" He said, then ending the call, reins are one deadly vipers, who eat human beings, they are called the sons of the devil, since the first war with them, which was led by their master, remembering him made me angry, he was locked on the underground with his minors, but somehow, they have appeared on earth, attacking people, and they dare lay their hands on her, Angelina. What if i hadn't come rescuing her, maybe she do turn to one of them, the thought of her turning to one of those devils, made me shake with fear and which I don't wanna ever imagine

Chike shouted at Gerald "Because I am devils son! I work for him! and my spirit belongs to hell!" Gerald replied to him. "Devil is my father!" Gerald added as he laughs at them. "Gerald no you are n..." Kambiri who just stepped into their midst tried to console him but Gerald yelled at him. "Of course I am... devil's son!" Gerald yelled at him. "Why do you say so, you don't have to..?" Kamdiri still trying to ask a question but Gerald interrupted.

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

The tension in the abandoned warehouse was thick enough to choke on. Isabella Rossi stood beside her father, back straight, chin high, wearing a sleek black dress that screamed both elegance and defiance. This “peace meeting” between the Rossi and Moretti families was supposed to stop the bloodbath tearing the city apart. But Bella had a bad feeling the moment Dante Moretti walked in. The Devil’s Son. Twenty-eight, tall, lethal, with sharp cheekbones, dark tattoos crawling up his neck, and eyes like black ice. He leaned against the table like he already owned the room, his full lips curled in a mocking smirk as his gaze dragged slowly down her body.

He's becoming too present and I hated it. I couldn't believe I was doing this. The feared Alessandro Rossi, eavesdropping on his nanny and driver talking, pathetic. My enemies would have a field day. My last name alone had brought fear to people's bones. I was known as the Devil's Son in the underworld. I had his first kill at 13 and did not feel anything except satisfaction. I loved the feeling of being in control of someone's existence. My father Nicholas Rossi was the devil himself. With eyes dark as the abyss, he had no ounce of humanity in him. A man who killed his older brother for the mafia throne. He was a tyrant who never smiled.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

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.

The call trails off and Adrian continues gaming on his console while Lena gets dressed and prepares for her training. Meanwhile in the abyss, loud gargling and growling of demons can be heard from ever angle. A very handsome man sits on a red throne with long flowing hair. He has perfect golden hair on his chin as he strokes his beards. He has five servants that stand behind him with perfect sync. They dress in ancient, medieval dresses that entails that they have lived for a long and certain period of time. Many low grade demons writhe and snarls as they exhibit uncanny, childish behaviours such as fighting and chasing each other. They come in different appearances such as : Dogs, wolves, h