The Devil's Daughter Book Novels & Stories

Anyways, it's not like she had a choice and deep down, she was willing to go to hell, to be his servant if possible his minions so she will have the powers to come back for revenge. There's no way she's letting her dad go, not after what he's done to her. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of the man before her, his beauty was out of this world. " Is he truly the devil?" She thought to herself. She's always heard stories of the devil being a monster and an ugly being but, this was the exact opposite. More like light and dark. "Are you, an angel? " She found herself asking. "Why that name, of all names?" He seems to be angry by her question. It will be better if she addressed him with different

She sits straight up in bed, “Do you want to tell me that not only do you get Angels, but fucking heaven is for real.” With only a small wicked smile, I pull her back into my arms, “Where do you think I come from?” She goes dead quiet; then there is the very thing that I knew would happen, her body starts to tremble. It does not even take her but a mere five seconds and she pushes me away. “Are you really the Devil?” “Yes, my love, I am the Devil’s son.” “Then that means that you come from that pit of burning fire where all people fall when they have sinned.”

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”

“Oh! Thank you very much. I’ll give it a read then . I guess I’ll learn a lot about my dead husband from here than I could while I was actually with him.” After that the publisher left. And Ms.Rafa took that book and sat on a rocking chair to read it. She said to herself, “Guess a legendary journey of a devil is about to be revealed by my hands. Should I be happy about that, I don’t know anymore…” Inside that Book…………….

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

“Kill them all” I mean every fucken’ word. I came back to bury my father and had no intentions of going against any of them, but they had to push me into this. It was the same with my father. He became the devil because they killed his wife first, his retaliation earned him the nickname, but they made him that way. Well, I am the devil’s daughter and I will be damned if I let them get away with this. “No!” The objection comes from the person I least expected.

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

"Nothing. Well, nothing personal anyway." She leaned back in her chair. "I heard you were looking for something precious, so I bought it. And now you're going to have to buy it from me." Vito placed his hands on the desk, leaning in close. He knew his sister too well. She was the only girl in the family, and the only way she'd survived this long was through her wit and cunning. She was dangerous in ways their brothers never were. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

"Ma'am, I will do anything you want. Please, spare her" "Do you even know what she did?" He looks away confirming he knows. I feel a twinge of jealousy because some people grew up with fathers like this man. Fathers who were willing to do anything to save them. I look at Valentina and ask, "Would you like to see the body of your friend? I bit off his ear and cut his stomach open. With my hands. One of them got away but I'll find him." Moving past the man, I stop inches away from her. My eyes roaming all over her face "You're pretty enough. The men at my establishments will pay a lot of money for you" "Dios mio, no." Her mother cries "Por favor, La Diabla, forgive her. She'll never do it agai