The Devil's Daughter Book Novels & Stories

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

"What were you expecting? A demon can never co-exist with humans. You think the humans will accept you? No. They'll never accept you. Go back to hell!" He mumbled a spell, trapping her soul in a box. 1991 "We can no longer keep her, not with that thing growing inside her!" A man at the driver's seat in a car parked across a lone street. He stared at the two year old in the back seat playing absentmindedly with a pair of toys. "I can't just abandon her! She's my child! My daughter." The woman sitting close to the child sobbed. "That thing not your daughter. A devil's child belongs with the devil."

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

she said as she made a sinister laugh. “I am the devil’s daughter, Alex. And tonight, you will feel my wrath. And when I am done with you, I will go for your beloved son. I will erase you both completely from Adrian’s memory” she whispered into her face. She kept a hard face as Barabra spoke into her face. “Even if you kill me tonight, you still can’t erase me from Adrian’s memory. I’ve been engraved in his heart, engraved in his memory and his whole life revolves around me!” She said, confidently.

I ask as I look down at the floor in front of my father's desk. My father falls silent. I slowly look up at him to see him staring intensely at me. "What are you talking about son?" He asks seriously. "Layla was pregnant when she died. The deal I made with the devil was fulfilled upon her death. Our unborn child died with her and its lifeforce was absorbed into her body giving her a second chance at life. As soon as the devil and I made our deal I became the devil. That was the devil's plan from the beginning." I reply.

****** Gianna Venditti, the last daughter of the leader of the Cartel, had known nothing but love in all the nineteen years of her life, but not until she experienced betrayal, pushing her into the hands of the Devil of Rome, Zayne Xavier. Not recognizing who she is, he takes her in, and all goes well until disaster strikes. Will she be able to survive the sea of pain and hate from a man whose favorite color is blood and who also has her life in his hands? For when she dines with this devil, even a long spoon won't help her.

The methods he uses for killing or ‘talking’ aren't jokes. “Trust me. It’s my fucking business,” Devil says, stepping closer. Now they’re nose to nose, well, as close as they can be. The girl barely reaches his shoulders. “And how is that?” she dares him, eyes cool. “He’s my old man,” Devil says. In the corner of my eye, I see Chaos, Devil’s father. As usual, his face gives nothing away. “Ah, that’s fine then,” she says. “I’m Violet. Apparently… you’re my older brother. Steven?”

It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by it at all.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

We will send the demons back to where they belong, but first we will make them live in the torture we create for them. *** This is the end 😭 but there is more in Book 2, My Devil's side, which is seven years in the future and is the last and final book to this story. I will load it in this book as the next chapter so it all together. Thank you for taking this journey with my characters and I hope you enjoyed. I love all the comments and gems. I truly appreciate the support. I hope to see you in my next book 😚