Novel & Cerita The Demon King's Daughter Is Way Too Easy

I growled angrily and heard one of the babies start to cry. "I'm going to need a nanny, perhaps a couple," I mumbled bitterly as I headed to the back bedroom. I paused in the doorway to see a female demon caring for my children. She had long silky black hair and she nursed my child on her supple breasts. "Who are you," I questioned outright and swallowed uncomfortably when she turned and purred,"I'm Dakini, your wetnurse from Lucifer." I ground my molars and grabbed the coverlet off the bed and tossed it over her bare chest. I cursed Lucifer testing my fidelity with the sexy bitch demon. My eyes traveled down her perfect body and back to her face to see she had her long tongue wrapped around

Damien’s POV Her friend pulls her out the shop but before she leaves she looks back. And our eyes lock. Interesting. That’s the Demon Kings daughter? She looks more human than demon. Her scent is like them as well. Soft and alluring. What’s that about ? I sit down at the back of the coffee shop and plan my next move. Fuck, it just had to be me. I clench my fist hard enough they turn white. My thoughts linger on how I shred through that kid like it was nothing. Did he mean much to her? Or was he just a simple fuck? It’s been years and I can’t shake this feeling.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

When I got there, I kneeled and lowered my head. “I greet your majesty, may you be guided by our ancestors and the god of darkness and have an eternal life,” I greeted him. “My demon friends and people… today, we have gathered to celebrate the coronation of my daughter, Princess Clementine, as she now holds the title of this world’s crowned princess… she, who has not been raised here, but demon blood flows in her veins, shall be treated as you treated me with respect… those who shall defy my order, those who shall defy the crowned princess, shall be executed without bidding them forgiveness… I now present to all of you, the heir to my throne, my daughter, Crown Princess Clementine Westernia,

I shook my head. Dad smirked, "You will be the first female Alpha, Bella. And not only that, but you'll also be Queen. This is a huge leap forward for some of these old fashioned Lycans. If only they knew my daughter could rule better than their disrespectful sons." Dad shook his head as if he were speaking from personal experience. While I felt proud at his words, something struck me as odd. The way he said "disrespectful son's" made me think he had dealt with a few. I wondered if that had anything to do with me.

Mom asks out of partial curiosity as she sinks into the couch, her legs crossed on the island table. "She's old, full of wrinkles, and can barely lift a cup, and me?" I give a little twirl, "I am young, succulent, and beautiful. A typical Aphrodite's rebirth and might I add, a goddess in bed." I wink at the last part and she makes a gagging expression. "You need prayers, Adelina," she shakes her head, "In fact, you are a lost cause. A full session of exorcism can't even save you."

The king continued, his tone leaving no room for argument: “All those women who claim to love me… they pursue nothing but the ambitions of their fathers. If I am to be stabbed in the back, I will at least choose the reason myself.” The advisors exchanged brief glances, but none spoke again. None dared to openly contradict the Demon King, yet neither could they pretend complete conviction. Lady Elinor was, without question, a beautiful woman—delicate, refined, harmonious in her features—but she was far from the most dazzling among those who had once held the king’s attention, and every man in that room knew it, even if none possessed the courage to say it aloud.

Lancer looked toward the little girl standing far away from him, quietly explaining. Now that he looked closely at his daughter after a long time, only now did he realize.. how Ana became so thinner, far thinner than how he remembered her from the past. As if, she can be blown away easily by the wind. Her favorite oversized sweater, hung loosely over her shoulders, making her seem even more smaller. Those pair of dull eyes had dark circles beneath them, as her breathing was quieter.. too weak. “Really?” Ana pursed her lips, revealing a dot on her cheeks, as she chuckled in quiet mockery, “Whose father will skip their daughter's birthday if they dont know they have another daughter outside?”

"Thank you for coming tonight. But tonight is not just a regular gala." He paused, his sharp eyes scanning the massive crowd, a proud smile forming on his lips. "Tonight, I officially introduce to all of North America my sole heir. My daughter, Aurora." The entire crowd gasped. "The Alpha King has a daughter?!" "Goddess, she is the future Alpha Queen!" Amidst the sea of shocked whispers, my father turned and reached his massive hand toward the backstage shadows. "Come out, my princess." I took a steadying breath, lifted the hem of my heavy dress, and slowly stepped out of the shadows.

He asked the old man, and he was confused "I have a daughter" "Call him" He ordered. At the call of her father, she came in. Very clear white color, red lips, and ruby eyes. She was a complete statue of beauty. King Elam's eyes smile demonically "If you want me to leave your son, give me your daughter." A few minutes later, the fairy's screams echoed throughout the house. No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. "