The Daughter Of Evil And Miss Devil Novels & Stories

he said to her, and she shook her head. “you heard me, she is nothing but a monster, this isn’t my daughter. She is the spirit of true evil, the reincarnation of the devil” she said, and I felt my heart break even more. “I am not asking you to come with us, just let us go please. I will take Charlotte and you will be left with David, I am begging you Grace let her go. If not for her then do it for me, I am begging you Grace” he said, and I saw my father bow down to her.

Though I felt bad, but I just had to waste her, and pin it on the one eyed man, whom I am still looking for, but since he isn't the one who attacked you, then I don't think he is such a threat. Tracy had to spill some more. "Well he could have attacked me, but we made a deal, but he doubled cross me". Now, Desmond looks all the more confused, what is his daughter saying, that she made a deal, he didn't want to scare her by looking too shocked, he knows his daughter is the daughter of the devil, she is evil, but he needs to know how much she had done, before he would know what to do. "What do you mean?

And his fate was decided by the Devil himself. "Daddy." What the hell ! The devil thought . "Daddy!" Saying came running a little girl from under the small book shelf and went to hug her daddy. " Where the actual hell this little sh*t came from , didn't you kill each and every single one of them?! " the devil asked his men while eyeing the small girl with a death glare who was hugging the bastard. 'Daddy?' He thinks, 'How the actual hell this pathetic man in front of me was granted the father title?'

" That man has left you and you are still waiting for him. huh!! He doesn't deserve you!! I said with too much hate. Hearing me, ma's eyes get watered immediately and she started rubbing her all makeup with a tissue paper. I am feeling too much bad for her. She is crying and seeing her cry my eyes also get watered) . . . I am thinking all this when the devil inside me reminded me, " Even after seeing your ma's condition how can you behave gently with that bitch's daughter". I simply replied," I am not behaving gently". The evil inside me said," For last few months you have become weak towards that bitch's daughter. Did you just forget who is she?" " I didn't forget anything, asshole. Just st

she snapped, her voice rising. Without warning, Silvio raised his other hand and struck her cheek. The slap rang out through the room. The girl's face turned, her hair, once neatly tied back..spilling across her shoulder. To everyone's shock, she suddenly burst into laughter. "You want to know who I am?" she taunted, her eyes darting over to the three stunned faces behind Silvio. She met his gaze and smirked "I'm Eva, daughter of Laura-the woman you murdered all those years ago in Romano's mansion"

“Oh, Aria. I like you more and more. You’re sharper than I expected. But no, not your soul. Not yet.” My heart pounded. “Then what?” I pressed. Her eyes gleamed. “Before I tell you that… I think you deserve a proper introduction. After all, it wouldn't be nice to make such a deal without meeting the affected parties.” “What are you talking about?” She grinned, then she turned towards the shadows behind her. “Let me introduce you to my daughter.” My blood ran cold. Daughter? So this evil witch had a daughter; I almost pitied her. Or maybe she was as evil as her mother.

I started praying that someone could come and help her but deep down I knew she can't be rescued by these monsters. Her shouts were all over the house and I was helpless and terrified. The terror was all over my heart and mind. Just then, the devil held my chin tightly and forced me to open my eyes. "Watch this, Ella. Watch what happens to the person who has killed my child." "Please," I pleaded while crying sadly. "Please, it wasn't her fault... Please." The devil raised his brow and then laughed like I had told him a joke. He stood up and walked to his friend who was thrusting inside her mercilessly and at this moment the woman had turned half unconscious from his torcher.

Eleanor mouthed, looking away while they approached the stairs which would lead them to the living room. "But why did you ask?" Amaya curiously asked. Eleanor simply shrugged "Nothing, just asking!" She answered. Of course, there was no way she could tell the girls that there was a kid in the Devil's room. She's not even sure if it's the king's son, but there's a possibility that the little boy could be since his body was badly burnt. Reaching downstairs, Eleanor and her best friends came upon the ladies in the living room —the mistress and her guest.

The baby inside me laughed like a mad thing. "Ha—ha—ha! Well done!" I stared at my daughter in disbelief. "Julie… why? Why would you do this?" Blood ran down the blade and painted her hand red. Her face went ashen; for a moment, she seemed to understand what she'd done. Instead of answering, she flung the question back at me. "Mom, you broke your promise. Didn't you say—?" She pressed her lips together, voice trembling. "You said you would abort this baby so I'd be your most beloved daughter. Why are you now doing everything in your power to bring him into the world?"

“Go public. Blow the whistle to the elders, the whole damn supernatural world. Your father couldn’t have that. So he sent his man that night. Quick. Clean. Or so he thought. But I was there, visiting my sister, hiding in the shadows when it went down. I recorded it all on my phone. Every shot. Every plea. Every confession he whispered to make sure the job was done.” Her eyes gleamed in the dim light. “That tape isn’t just evidence of murder, Sage. It’s the key to his empire crumbling. And now… it’s mine to burn. Or yours to take. But ask yourself—do you really want Eve knowing her parents died because your father was a crook? That you’re the son of the monster who stole her world?” I stared