Son Of The Devil Novels & Stories

He knew I didn’t bluff. “Everything you have… every dollar, every privilege, every breath you take… exists because I allow it.” I stopped directly in front of him, towering over the pathetic sight he had become. “And right now, I am questioning whether you deserve to keep breathing.” His hands shook against the arms of the chair. “I am your son.” “Barely.” My voice was pure disgust. “A real son would protect what belongs to the family. Would understand that when a woman takes our name, she becomes sacred. But you? You are too busy getting high and sticking your dick in anything that moves to remember what honor means.”

He made perfect plan for their perfect future which make Win only his and his baby angel never ever going to think about his family. It was only a matter of time—and Adom very carefully crafted plans—until there would be nowhere for them to go . . . Nothing left for them to bargain with—nothing but what Adom would generously provide. He will give them their life and their freedom but with his own condition. Adom is devil, son of Lucifer and he will never going to give anything for free. He never thought angel will worth of anything but now they are. He want something which only angels give him no one else not even his father.

I gave him the most honest explanation I could think of. "You picked them because it had his name.... I mean, your brother's name. Si?" Son of the Devil.. How did he?

“I was fucking someone real nice tonight. You interrupted that. So I’m going to enjoy every second of this unless you speak fast.” He coughed. Then started talking. Quick, sloppy, half of it barely making sense. Some upstart group, calling themselves the Black Sons. Wanted a reputation without earning it. Hijacked a container in the sea. Used my Mafia’s name because they figured no one would touch them if people thought they were connected to me. Stupid. Really stupid. Because now they’re all going to die.

He shifted, leaned back, legs spread wider, one boot tapping the floor with lazy rhythm. “I’m sure you’ve heard of The Devil,” he said. His voice was smooth. Deep. Too calm. It wasn’t the kind of voice that threatened you. It was the kind that made promises you knew would come true, even if they were the kind to make your skin crawl. I blinked. “Only the one from the Bible.” He chuckled. Low. Warm. Wrong. “Are you religious, Luca?” He said my name. It sounded like silk being pulled tight against my throat.

Who knows, you're going to have to read the book about Travis to find out. I can promise you that my son's life will be interesting and it'll be full of action, dark and twisted love of his own, betrayal, loyalty, sexual desires, violence, and darkness, but as far as the devil goes, there will be no more talk of the devil. The devil died the day Commander Luca died and he won't be coming back anytime soon... or will he? only time will tell after all...

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

“Kill them all” I mean every fucken’ word. I came back to bury my father and had no intentions of going against any of them, but they had to push me into this. It was the same with my father. He became the devil because they killed his wife first, his retaliation earned him the nickname, but they made him that way. Well, I am the devil’s daughter and I will be damned if I let them get away with this. “No!” The objection comes from the person I least expected.

I ask, feeling bad for the woman who is blinded by love. Bethany began to answer in a bitter tone. “I truly don’t know what she sees in that man. Yes, he’s handsome but his character is truly quite ugly. He’s more of a hit it and quit it type of man. He’s been known to be the Devils’ son.” Bethany made a sound of disgust. “Devils’ son?” I spoke out loud. Dread slowly began to fill me. Like the horror of an avalanche coming a person’s way.

He stated and I gasped. Antonio is the devil himself not the son! Even the devils son would have some kind of limitations and that's why Antonio can't be the devil's son, he is the devil himself. He has no limitations and though I've never considered murdering someone, if I was given the opportunity to kill him, I would and I won't even feel anything. He isn't human or a werewolf who had a heart, I feel like there was black and dark room where his heart is supposed to be.