The Devil's Son In Law Novels & Stories

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?”

After I shouted to choose Matteo, my mother, Sofia, looked down at me in shock. "Lia, what are you talking about?! You just told me yesterday that Vincenzo treats you the best. Why are you choosing Matteo now?" Matteo had a terrible reputation among the Families. Everyone said he was bloodthirsty and ruthless, with enough blood on his hands to stain the entire river red. I used to hide whenever I saw him, crying and begging my mother to hold me. But they would never know that in my last life, the terrifying Diavolo Sanguinario was the only one who avenged my mother and me.

Whether it was the brushes touching my eyes or the fact that I was getting married today. Today was my wedding. The day my family would finally be safe. The day I would finally feel safe. The day my name would change from Natasha Whitmore to Natasha Castillo. The day I would marry the devil himself. He was many things, but a devil? I wasn’t sure. Many believed he killed his parents, which was why he was referred to as the devil. Others said it was because of the people he was connected to. But he didn’t look like someone who’d do those things.

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.

I was staring. Oh shit I was staring. Shawn, what the fuck are you doing? I quickly turned to leave but I was frozen on my tracks. It felt like I had been hypnotized. Thom Sinclair, my father in law that hates me, moaned my name. He moaned my name while beating his junk.

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.

“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!”

Just a simple touch from Jarek gets my libido working overtime. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he was some kind of witch—someone with power, someone who could bend me to his will. But then again, isn't that the Devil's domain? Yes… I believe it is. And after all these years, I no longer have any doubt—Jarek Falcon isn't just dangerous. He is the Devil himself.

“You are my Champion. You are going to be sweet like your Mommy, right? Don’t worry. The Villain here, who is me will change. “Happy looked straight in to his sparkling green eyes and smiled. There were no words to describe this interaction between a father and a son. It was so out of the world. Melvin too was startled. Perhaps, she might have judged the devil king wrongly. Sometimes, a person behaves according to the trauma that he went through in the past but right at that point, he saw a man with feelings. A man who would be a good father and a good husband. But what the fucking hell happened in his life? What kind of shit did he go through to make him turn in to a devil? Whatever, it wa

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.