Novel & Cerita The Devil's Daughter Book

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

Her platinum blonde hair was disheveled in a cute way. My eyes wandered down her body and I noticed how her skirt accentuated her curves and the way her tight shirt hugged her breast. Though most of her make up was gone, she looked like perfection in human form. "Come and eat". I suddenly remembered the food was still there untouched. Mine included. "I'm not hungry". She sneered. "You're hungry". I stated matter of factly. "I'd rather die of hunger than eat with the devil". She spat out. I wasn't expecting this to be easy. I could let her go or I could still keep her here but right now I'll forfeit the latter.

When I didn't do the same, he kicked my ankle, making my knee crash against the floor— I swore I heard my knee crack but I held it in, not like father would care. The door before us opened and men cloaked in red walked in, I lifted my head slightly so I could see their faces but they were masked, their bodies fully covered, an A was plastered at the back of their cloaks and it made something cold run down my spine. Was this a cult? Why was father involved with a cult? " Sire, I brought the DNA you requested and my daughter," He stated and the way he said it made the word daughter seem like a threat than a word. I swallowed the lump that gathered in my throat as father turned to me, urging me

She was beautiful in the kind of way that made people forget where she came from. Soft-spoked, elegant and always dressed like she stepped out of a painting. But I knew better. I saw her sitting under the olive tree, her daughter playing at her feet, a gentle smile on her lips. It was a lie, all of it. She is the daughter of the devil who burned my mother. And now she lived in peace, wrapped in silk and sunlight, while my nights were haunted by fire and ash. My nails dug into my palm as I stared. Nothing I am doing is enough, until she is dead.

she saved him. She... a girl purer than the angels. Her light impressed even divinity. She is a heart surgeon. She has a record of no one dying on her table. But now she made fate angry by saving the Devil. and Devil is madly searching for the girl who got a scar by saving him. He wants her as his queen and he can do anything for it... Even if it means hurting her... Ruining her! But She has to be his... A fallen Angel is now the Devil. Even heaven is scared of him but can he fall for her light? Can she survive with her light in this darkness?...

"Pity. You cannot do anything to me. Infact, you need me." "How dare you insinuate—" "Without an anchor to the mortal realm, you'd be gone in a day. Two at the most." The woman waved a bored hand, then jerked her chin towards the cauldron. "I can see you were trying to perform a ritual. The Ritual of Infernal Transformation, perhaps?" Aosoth gritted her teeth. "It failed." "Figures." "My daughter is one of yours now." She spat. "A Hunter,"

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

she cried as his lifeless body plummeted to the floor. Pebbles ran to the only place she could think of, the closet that rested on the second floor of the devil's mansion, but when she got there, another devil was awaiting her. “Did you miss me, Pretty Pebbles?” Harrison grabbed her and shoved her inside. “How I've missed you." He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Pebbles tried to scream, but her mouth was sewn shut. She thought to punch him, but her hands and feet were bound. Terror seeped from her pores when she lowered her head and realized she was naked and positioned for the devil to enter her.

He knew his daughter hated him a lot, to the point she didn't even want to see his face. "Tanya, don't say that about your father. He loves you a lot. And all I said earlier is real, we are about to go bankrupt. The only thing that can save us now is to have the devil invest in our company, or else we will all be doomed." Lydia said. Tanya seemed to contemplate what Lydia said, "Hmm, so, who's the devil?" "Dear tanya, you are asking who the devil is so casually?" Lydia asked. "Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil.

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea