The Devil's Daughter Book Novels & Stories

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

The Voss name would be obliterated. I couldn't allow that to happen. I would endure whatever he threw at me to ensure he stood at that altar, no matter how much it cut. On my way out of the mansion, a sleek black sedan pulled up the driveway. Dario’s father stepped out. I quickly offered a polite greeting. The aura of authority that radiated off that man was terrifying, it was easy to see why the streets whispered his name with trembling respect. They called him the Devil for a reason. Later that night, I lay awake in bed, staring at the wedding checklist glowing on my phone. A notification interrupted my thoughts, an I*******m story update from Viva, one of Dario’s usual circle.

The charming devil was everyone’s desire, and she couldn’t contain her excitement when she laid eyes on him. “No need to exaggerate. I know what you want. Still, I would say you don’t need to think about all this. Just make yourself enough capable to stay around him. For royal lineages, he doesn’t need you. However, I want my girl to be in that honorable place in hell.” Jehovah left no place for his daughter to hide as if he had peeped in and seen everything. Furthermore, his words were equally brutal and powerful. Although she wished him for her, Satan did not, and no one had the power to compel him. “I understand, father,” the demoness responded with her head down, not emphasizing her cour

I told you so. I told you I’ll get my revenge. I told you it’ll be bloody. I told you I’d break them. I told you they would never recover. Vanessa lost her child but this is only the beginning. This is only the start of their doom and suffering. They thought they could outsmart me. They thought they could break me… hurt me. But I beat them at their own game. Because I’m the devil’s daughter. My next plan is already in motion.

“I believe I would be doing you a favor in killing her. Isn't that what you have always wanted?” “Not like this. I should be the one to kill her.” “She owes me a life. The deal was already made and she cannot run from it. She gave up her soul for a fleeting pleasure. She is just as simple-minded as you. I remember you coming to me, begging on your knees to give you this curse you now possess. Tell me now, are you satisfied?” “I regret ever laying my eyes on you, wizard. You are the devil” “And yet here you are, about to kill your daughter,” he retorted, “Who is the devil now?”

"Are you Devanna?" Blaze asked softly. I realized he was trying to make his voice as soft as possible. The woman in front of me nodded with a small smile. The girl looked at us with a question mark… there was no fear in her gray eyes… just a question. "Who are you?" She asked in a childlike voice. Her voice shrank and squeaked a little. "Ah… I'm Blaze Deville, Charlie's son." Answered Blaze.

“She is Pan and still unable to get a partner, that must be because of her rotten personality.” “You take that back.” Harper pointed at Eden, still hiding behind Noel. “I just haven’t fallen in love yet.” “Right, and you want MY Noel? What a load of bullshit.” Eden scoffed at the woman. “I can recognise an angel and a devil when I see one.” She scoffed back. “Well, whatever, just keep a lookout, Eden. “Noel might be yours right now but one slip up and you will see me take him away.” She said, walking in front of Noel. “By the way, are you Bi?”

She was breathing irregularly out of fear she just experienced. "I can't believe this" the Devil chuckled. "Where is your mind?" he put his hand below her chin and raised her head up. He looked straight into her eyes turning her head slightly. Laura was still breathing heavily. She was fed up of all this. She was ready to let go the position of this heiress that her father had been using to threaten her life. There were times she regretted being the Devil's daughter. Now was one of those times. "You don't look ready for this" he said calmly.