The Devil's Name Novels & Stories

Clara Merrick thought she understood the man she married. Nikolai Sarkhel was supposed to be her husband, the heir of a powerful crime dynasty, a man who claimed he could never have children. So when he insisted on IVF using her own genetic material and a donor, Clara agreed… believing it was the only way to build the family they were denied. But the truth shatters everything. Nikolai was never infertile. He was never faithful either. Behind Clara’s back, he builds a life with her own sister and demands she terminate the child growing inside her. Broken, betrayed, and nearly destroyed in an underground clinic, Clara escapes with one desperate secret—her baby is still alive. Fleeing her past, she vanishes into the remote silence of Montana, assuming a new identity… Isla Cross. There, she finds fragile safety in a sleepy town… and an even more dangerous man. Rebel Montgomery is a tattooed biker feared by everyone who crosses him. Cold, dominant, untouchable and unknowingly, the man assigned to dismantle the very criminal empire Clara was born into. As obsession turns into attachment, Clara dares to believe she might be safe again. But the past doesn’t stay buried. Nikolai comes hunting her. Secrets unravel. Betrayals multiply. And Rebel is revealed to be something far more dangerous than a biker, an undercover strike commander hiding in plain sight. When lies collide and loyalties fracture, Clara is forced to choose between the man who destroyed her first life… and the man who might destroy her second. But in a world ruled by power, blood, and obsession… love is never the safe choice. It is the deadliest one.

His cum dripped down my chin, mingling with my tears, a stark reminder of his dominance, his control. ***** I came to ruin my ex. I never meant to kneel for his father. I came back to ruin Caleb Vane. I had a plan that was cold, sharp, and merciless. But then I met Malric Vane. The man doesn’t flirt. He commands. One glance and my legs trembled. One word and I was on my knees. He’s the Lycan every wolf fears. The man no one touches. And now I wake up in his bed, spread wide, bite-marked, and dripping for more. He says I wasn’t born…I was made. Made to obey. Made to please him. And the worst part? He’s right. Because every time he calls me good girl, I forget my revenge. I just want to be ruined all over again.

Ten years ago, the Harrington family went through a home invasion. My mother, a maid, shielded Liam with her life. Holding my hands tight, Liam promised, "Andrea, don't worry. I'll protect you forever." I believed him. Our bond grew naturally, and we had a beautiful daughter together. Then, she was diagnosed with leukemia. In her last days, all she wanted was to spend one birthday with her dad. I called him, desperate to make it happen. "Millie doesn't have much time left. All she wants is one birthday with you. Can you come?" His voice on the other end went icy. "Really? This your latest stunt? Using your dead mom wasn't enough, now it's our daughter for pity? Disgusting." I tried to deny it, but he cut me off. "Don't mess with her head. Learn from Vivian—she's got a real heart." That night, our daughter passed away. Later, Vivian posted on social media: [Finally taking that couples' trip someone promised me!] I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just texted Liam: [We're done.]

Blurb “Tell me you want it, Rainey,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. I felt my pulse quicken, my resolve wavering under the intensity of his gaze. “You know I can give you everything you’ve ever desired.” My heart raced as I swallowed hard, torn between fear and the allure of his promises. “You think you can just take me? You don’t understand what you’re dealing with.” He chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Oh, but I do. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment.” **** In a world shrouded by secrets and power struggles, Rainey is unwittingly thrust into a dangerous game after discovering she is the hidden child of a long-lost lineage. Caught between the ruthless desires of Silas, a man who has been watching her from the shadows for years, and an unknown destiny that threatens to unravel everything she believes, Rainey must confront her past to seize control of her future. As heat ignites between her and Silas, Rainey must decide: will she succumb to the passion that draws her in, or will she fight back against the chains of control and forge her own path? Will she embrace her true power or be consumed by the shadows of her past? But what happens when secrets are uncovered, and the fight for freedom ignite a fire neither can resist?

On the night of our anniversary, I had prepared a new set of lingerie for my Mafia husband Joey, but he had prepared divorce papers for me instead. A Cuban cigar was clamped between his teeth, a look of pure entitlement on his face. "Adriana, we need to divorce. Vivian's father is a capo. If I marry her, my future's set." "Look, sweetheart, you're just a broken family's leftover daughter. You should be grateful I kept you around this long." "Once I have the family ring, maybe I'll throw you a few scraps, let you be my little side piece." Everyone expected the daughter of a fallen family to step aside for his ambition, to be the loyal dog I'd been for the past seven years. But that night, I made a deal with the devil. I accepted a match arranged by my family and married the true king of New York's underworld. I vanished from Joey's world completely. Three years later, I returned to New York on my husband's arm. We were there on family business. Dante was called away for something urgent, leaving me to wait for him at his private club. I never expected to run into Joey, the man I hadn't seen in three years. "That's enough, Adriana. Stop with the childish tantrums." "Our son Angelo's almost six. He needs care. I'm being generous, offering you a position as his nanny." I laughed. What was this idiot talking about? He was calling the most feared and revered Donna in all of New York a nanny?

My health was not good, but I had always wanted a child. My husband, citing concern for my health, avoided intimacy with me for a year. Then I stumbled across his private messages with another woman. [You'll spend Valentine's Day with me, right? You're not going to touch her tonight, are you?] [You know I don't like doing it just to make babies. Got you some lingerie. Wear it for me tomorrow.] That ill-fitting lace lingerie he was talking about was on my body. I'd slipped it on while he was in the shower, thinking it was a Valentine's Day surprise from him. Turned out, he hadn't bought the wrong size. He had just sent it to the wrong address. I clicked on the woman's profile. Her latest video showed her at the beach, hand in hand with the person filming. I recognized her hand instantly. It belonged to my best friend.

My sister-in-law, Cynthia Ziegler, has my name written on her cancer diagnosis report. As such, the entire Ziegler family assumes that I'm the one with cancer. Overnight, my husband, Leonard Ziegler, sends a text message to his mistress, Irene Ludlow. "Our time will soon come! That old bat is about to die at last, so I'll finally be able to marry you!" My grandmother, Amanda Powell, cries and clings onto my hand, begging me not to seek treatment. She is not only discussing with Leonard on how best to split my insurance money after my death but also employing various methods to hasten my death. However, they are all unaware that Cynthia used my medical insurance card when she went for her physical examination. I feign sadness and nod with tears in my eyes. "I won't seek treatment, Mom. Let's not seek treatment no matter who is diagnosed with cancer."

My name is Greyson Langley-just call me Lang. I'm a heavy-metal band player who just back from a concert tour. On my Clofus campus, I reunited with my friends and my beautiful four crushes. Later, I heard about the largest prostitution complex in South East Asia was threatened by being evicted by the government. There, I met a prostitute with a golden voice with a dark past. So, I promised to free her from that despicable valley. Later, I found myself torn between five different women in five irreconcilable lives. The deeper I became involved in their lives, I catapulted into the intrigues of a world that threatens my life and may shatter my heart. And even my nation's democracy. One day, I found a diary written by my grandfather, which made me enlightened also threatened. Stranded amid love, danger, passion, and violence, I should choose between myself, my lover, or my nation. What I begin in compulsion now becomes my urgent need. Come, read my story ... If you dare! WARNING: This story contains adult, explicit, disturbing, and sensitive material. Reader discretion is advised.

Even though it has become customary for all the heirs of wealthy families to study abroad, my father has specifically chosen a local university for me, saying that he would miss me far too much if I left the country. He also donates a new building to the school so that I would not be mistreated by anyone on campus. The semester soon begins. Not wanting my roommates at the dorm to be intimidated by the economic disparity between us, I decide to dress more simply. But when I arrive at the dorm room, I see that someone else is using the bed I chose. My bedding and belongings now lie scattered all across the floor. Just as I'm about to speak, the young woman proclaims, "I want this bed. You can use a different one. Oh, and I bought a handbag for all of my female classmates, so you can take one as compensation." "But I arrived before you and chose that bed already," I say with a smile. All she does is look me over and scoff derisively. "Who cares if you arrived first and chose it? Since I want it, it's mine now. My dad is Calvin Stuart, the chairman of Lumina Corporation! If I want something, no one in this city dares to protest!" Lumina Corporation? Isn't that the company that reached out to my father this morning to ask for an investment?

I rush into work this morning and accidentally send the car photos meant for the dealership into the medical intern group chat. The new intern snaps at me. "Dr. Tyson, why are you sending me pictures of my car? Are you jealous and trying to steal attention?" I stop short and ask if she has mixed things up, because the car is mine. She fires back with a whole stack of photos of herself driving a G-class with one hand, plus videos to prove the car in my picture belongs to her. She even tacks on a snide little jab. "You're a shameless, broke wannabe. You want any spotlight you can grab. You think a picture of a car is going to make you the lady of the Reed family?" I frown and turn to my husband, Jackson Reed. "Since when does the Reed family have a second lady of the house?"