Novel & Cerita The Demon's Darling Daughter

She hadn't been okay since she learnt about her father's deeds. First, the kidnapping of Heartman and Nathalie. She had been hoping and praying it had nothing to do with her father, and it was a misunderstanding, and now, the spy, who made Mia more frustrated by not talking. Now, the awakening of a demon, which was all too much to take in all at once. She needed answers, but she didn't know where to get the answers she desired. Though it wasn't just her dad who was involved in the awakening of the demon, but her father-in-law was also among.

My heart sinks more and more. "I'm not like the other demons; that's why I'm here. Surtur made me believe I was his mate and tried to get me to have sex with my own father. He had filled me with so much evil; I only cared about doing everything he wanted. I came here to get Davina because my dad wants her. I thought if I brought her to him, then he would have sex with me, and then Surtur would mate with me. I didn't know the demon was Surtur until I came here because he wouldn't let me look at his face. Davina's gentle spirit eliminated the evil in me, and I returned to how I was before he manipulated me. My father is Asmodeus. I'm one of the daughters he doesn't want. I was always quiet and

Lev clenched his fist. His jaw tightened. “Just one sip,” he said. Henry smiled from ear to ear. “Why is it, brother? Are you afraid that she’s running out of blood? Can’t you control yourself?” Henry walked to the edge of the stage, turning his back to all the party guests. He turned his back on the vampires, who were enjoying their feast, and the singer, who continued to serenade with her melodious voice. “I know you’re better than them at self-control. Because you are a Deammone. We are the Deammones, Lev. We’re not lowlife vampires like them.”

She sits straight up in bed, “Do you want to tell me that not only do you get Angels, but fucking heaven is for real.” With only a small wicked smile, I pull her back into my arms, “Where do you think I come from?” She goes dead quiet; then there is the very thing that I knew would happen, her body starts to tremble. It does not even take her but a mere five seconds and she pushes me away. “Are you really the Devil?” “Yes, my love, I am the Devil’s son.” “Then that means that you come from that pit of burning fire where all people fall when they have sinned.”

The only thing that has that long standing effect is if she dabbled in trying to free… I scrambled away from her as I pressed into the other side of the barrier, trying to put as much space as possible between us. If she really did drabble in demonology then I wanted no part of being close to her. “Demon… you place a demon in the body of our seventeen years old daughter?” I yelled. She pushed aback, pouting. “I am disappointed that you seem to be full of disbelief, think about it, I should be capable of doing something like this in your eyes.”

That was more than I could hope for on a battlefield. "NO!!" a voice yelled. The angry sound of thunder shook the sky. Little drops of water fell from the sky in heavy torrents as the storm came with its messenger. I opened my eyes to see my daughter standing over Saltos's colossal body. The demon tried to strike her, but she swatted his hand away, her fists covered in literal balls of electricity; she proceeded to pound his head into the ground. Each hit sent cracks into the ground and shook the earth beneath our feet. Darion walked next to me, awe and childlike admiration in his eyes.

He glared, staring at me with a dare as if he would strangle me in the next minute. "Darren, You .." I paused, my voice barely above a whisper. "You killed my parents for spying on you, remember?" . My word made him flinch as he squinted his eyes at me, confused. "I am their little girl who was hiding behind the door, watching in terror as you took their lives one after the other like it was nothing. Because of you, I became my own worst nightmare. Just so I could have this day when I would take your life, I offered my soul to the devil. Maybe you're right. I am a demon now! All thanks to you!" I thundered in tears as my heart burned fiercely while I finally let the glamour that hid my real

I question. The demon is much younger than I assumed he would be. Tall, lean. Long dark hair that brushes the tops of his shoulders. His holey jeans and vintage band tee throw me off. “And you my dear have no idea how happy I am to see you. The daughter of blood and nightmares.” His voice is like butter and if I wasn’t immune to demon charm, I would be falling hard. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I look over at my mother, but she stands there speechless, void of anything other than horror.

he assures me. I want to believe that. I want to believe our claws and teeth and sharpened instincts are enough to keep the world from splintering. But the cracks aren’t in the walls. They’re in her. Scarlett. Our baby girl, who’s all grown up, but still mine in every way that matters. The daughter who turned a demon into a man before her eyes cold even focus. The girl who bit my wrist when I wouldn’t let her eat wild mushrooms at six. The girl who cried into my shoulder after her first shift, terrified she’d never be able to walk upright again.

The few that saw him go home with the girl started making false accusations That night when they were sleeping, the girl heard his voice inside the closet, she whispered his name but no one answered. She thought it was her imagination so she went back to bed. While she was sleeping, the closet slowly creaked open and the demon comes out. It first went to her father’s room, killed him and ate his heart. The daughter is still sleeping soundly in her room, it creeps up on her and rips her to shreds.