Novel & Cerita The Devil Is Beating His Wife And Marrying His Daughter

Her soft heart which was pure and naive just like her got broken into smithereens by his knife slicing words. But to her dismay, George remained unfazed by her tears. Instead, he let out a scoff and looked at her with a boring expression, “It isn’t a crime to call a thief a thief. Things were different back then but now you and your family are only traitors in front of us. And what Lord Ernest thinks, the same goes for the entire Heaven. Marrying a demon means to revolt, you can’t break the laws of Heaven which were made by our great ancestors and for that, you need to be punished and I will make sure of that.” His eyes shone with malice.

My eyes darted to her tablet, it was a grainy, long-lens photo of a man emerging from a black car. Even in pixels, he commanded the space around him. He was tall,broad-shouldered, black hair and grey eyes. Lucien Alexander. The tabloids called him “The devil.” I looked back at Lina, and shrugged. “So?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You want to date him?” I gave an eyebrow waggle, knowing full well how ridiculous it was. Dating Lucien Alexander? Impossible. The rumors didn’t just say he was difficult, they said he was the devil’s own son. “Obviously,” I finished, the humor fading into simple fact. “That man is a no-go zone.”

I hated how I found myself waiting for the next accidental moment, even while part of me still feared him. I eventually went back to my room and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The devil I married was becoming harder and harder to understand. Cold commands at dinner, but deliberate touches under the table. Icy silence, but eyes that lingered too long. I didn’t know which version of him was more dangerous, the cruel one or the one who couldn’t seem to stop touching me. Lucian’s Pov

“You didn’t have your father much and your mother died a while ago. You now have your step-father and step-sister for company.” “Did they put you up to this? Victor and Nadia?” I questioned. “You don’t have a great relationship with them. My research was correct,” the voice went on excitedly again. “There is one more person that you consider family. Your lovely husband, Cael Ashford.” “Leave Cael out of this,” I muttered. I knew what he was thinking. “That’s too late, darling,” the voice said, chuckling. “I called him over and he is already here. Just wait a moment, I will have him tied up over there and make him watch as I fuck you and you call me daddy.” “You—” I tried to say but he grabbe

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”

While feeling annoyed at this fact, I couldn't help but scoff to myself in disdain when I thought that only Valeria would believe that she and Chris were nothing more than 'best friends'! But it was better that she never thought of him that way, wasn't it? Because if she did, then it would never be my turn... Besides, she was married to none other than that Mr Devil. He was someone Chris wouldn't ever be able to compete with, because despite being decrepit, wrinkly, old and ugly, the man was infamously powerful.

She prepares for the words that will challenge the gods. "I, Indra – daughter of the devil's son – challenge you. I challenge all gods! Come to the gate to the north. Come and fight me! Daughter fikius diaboli, Vos provacat. Provoco ad omnes deos. Ad portam aquilonis. Si vis me. Et veni accipe a me ...If you want me, come and get me...

That promise of an heir was the biggest chip this bastard has, and it was Papa who placed it in his hands! Before I got into a round of self-pity, The Devil melted his human guise and returned to his true form. As if he could read my mind and knew that I no longer reject the move, he started listing his expectations towards me. “You will be a loving wife to me, Juliette, whether you like it or not.” “You can’t tell me what to do, mafia. I’ve said it a million times—.”

So I believe I should put the poor woman out of her misery. "My beloved, I see your hesitation; please let me explain what I mean by bride." "Well, does bride not mean get married?" "Well, not truly in the sense that a human does." "How can a Devil’s wedding not be the same as that of a human one." This is now starting to confuse me for the more I think of it; it does sound like a marriage to me. What makes a Devil’s ceremony so much of a difference that a human one? "First of all, my beloved, I do not wish for you to wear such an awful thing as a white dress that has more lace than your panties."

After all, the woman without a breaking point and who violently beat a hostile and elusive pack, is now marrying this one and not only that, but she will give him children who will eternally maintain the union that should never have been. “Sign it, Rain. It's your time.” Says Lake seeing that I have read the marriage certificate more than five times, but, I still don't dare to sign. 'Is this how it feels to sell your soul to the devil? Will this stress accompany me until I bond with another wolf and I can get out of this damn marriage that should have never been?’ I ask myself mentally. “Daughter… “I'm coming. Give me a few seconds, please.” I say in a voice thread.