The Devil's Daughter Book Novels & Stories

He whispered before he continued. “Children of God, if we must talk about heaven as our eternal home, then first we must talk about hell.” He said, adjusting his suit jacket. "I want to share a humble story about a soul I lost five years ago, a woman I will now call the daughter of sin; she was so precious, so gorgeous, so bright like her mother, with a great future ahead of her. But then, what happened? Just weeks after her graduation, the devil struck. She no longer prayed, no longer studied, and no longer fasted. Then, like a thief in the night, the spirit of whoredom entered her. She had fled from the house, lying to her parents; she couldn’t control herself. She…she couldn’t. She had ta

His gloating cries begin to annoy me. "Just speak the truth, Boco because I am running out of my patience with you and if your friend has told you about me then you must fear me. I can chop your son into tiny pieces and feed you. Do you want me to drag your son here and make him pay for your sins?" I throw my trump card. I would never think of hurting an innocent child or woman but the blackmailing is a part of this gamble. Family has always been the greatest weakness of a person who sold his soul to the devil and do dirty business.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

"A spark of spirit. Good. You’ll need that. But you misunderstand me, child. You belong to me not as a slave, but as an heir." He took one more step forward. I wanted to flinch, but his gaze held me paralyzed. "Seven centuries ago, a woman named Savannah made a bargain with a devil to save her life. I am that devil. And you..." He paused, his voice softening just a fraction. "You are the result of that bargain. You are my daughter, Jade." Jade. The name felt strange in my ears. I had been "The Subject" or "The Well" for so long.

Olivia "If you think I'm going to sleep on the same bed with you, you're wrong!" I yelled after the devil left the room. Obviously he was the devil!What kind of a man will chose to marry a woman with no feeling or knowing her !Only a devil can and that room was his personal hell .Actually his entire house was hell in my opinion.. But if he thought I would share a room with him, he was wrong. Damn wrong! There wasn't even a damn sofa in that room, only the huge bed. The colors were black as expected, like his dark soul.

I didn't want to think about this because I was trapped, and there was no escape. “Good work, Darius,” Devon said as he stepped forward. Darius set the girl on the grass and held her down. She stopped thrashing and obeyed as soon as she saw Devon. I could tell that she was terrified of him. Who wouldn't be? His aura was crackling with so much negative energy that I could barely pull myself together when I was around him. It was only a matter of time before he sniffed it out as well. “Little girl, you should blame your father for this,” he said as he squatted before her. “All he had to do was listen to me, and you would have been sleeping in a comfortable bed tonight.”

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?'

“And what do you have to lose, you already lost everything,” She gazed at me, “I have nothing to lose,” she muttered. “Why does it feel like I am about to make a deal with the son of the devil,” I chuckled. “Don’t be modest Elena, if we make this deal, you would be making it with the Devil himself,”

“Your father gave you to me, and I can't let those idiot rivals of his tamper with you. You’re sharp-tongued, defiant, and breathtaking. I’ve never wanted someone so badly while simultaneously needing them to fight me.” I pressed back slightly, smirk tugging at my lips despite the tremor in my body. “You talk too much, devil’s son. But keep it up, I like the sound of your voice.” He chuckled, low and throaty, the sound pressing against my skin, making my blood run hot. “That’s only the beginning. By the time this night ends, I’ll have you knowing exactly who’s in charge, and yet, you’ll still think you are.” And for the first time since they had dragged me from my home, I realized something

DEVON I stared calmly at the petite woman who was Barry's daughter. The fire in her hazel eyes and the contrasting jitters in her fingers as she tried to force convince herself that she was doing the right thing, while dreading the fact that she was about to take a life. My threat only served to plunge her into turmoil as the reality of her position was dawning on her. Her life was also in danger and by taking out a gun, she was already staking her life.