The Devilish 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?”

Uncle Ace never failed to support me throughout the journey, even if it meant going against his dearest son. Dearest son? No, scratch that, Devil Son! My devil husband, who never stops giving me minor heart attacks now and then by skipping the part of his life and wondering how he ended up with me. And the priceless expression he gives every time I tell him that he is a father of two kids is unmissable. It seems someone has taken away his entitlement to being a bachelor.

"Sophia, now I need my mate back... I miss her and every blissful moment I shared with her. You caused her death. What if... " "Go to bed, dumbass!" I yelled in exasperation, turning at him sharply, and I could see how he cringed, tripped, and fell on his butt in fear. "it won't cost me anything to kill you here and now! But that isn't the kind of death I want for you. You don't deserve an easy death just like your father. You might not have wronged me, but being the son of a devil makes you one, and I can't wait to cut your limbs and skin you alive while your father watches hopelessly." I snarled, and before I could say anything, I muttered a dark demon spell that drifted him into a deep sl

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

Then, without another word, Liam left the room, Caleb following swiftly behind him. Mr. Parker slumped into his chair, his hand trembling as it rubbed his forehead. His thoughts raced. What was it that belonged to the Devil? What could Daniel possibly touch? His son had only just returned after so many year out of the country, eager to help with the company, and now the Devil wanted him gone. Why? Why would he make such a decision? _____ Back in the mansion, Alina couldn’t stop thinking about what Liam had said before he left. It had been more then an hour, and he still hadn’t returned. What kind of punishment would he possibly give her?

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”

THE DEVIL: "Stay away from her," I said as I threw him away from me, cruelly, venting my anger on him but that bastard didn't obey me and the same night I found him in Ella's bed turning him into her boyfriend, Ethan. Stupid Ella wasn't able to recognize him just the way she wasn't able to recognize me as a devil instead of his brother, Oliver.

And he put her, he put then all in debt, he caused all this, if not, she wouldn't be getting married off to some random man she hasn't met nor seen in her whole life. “Dad, Please quit these interrogations. I thought we already talked about all this” She said as she looked at her dad with one eye. Suddenly, she just suddenly feels fed up of him lately. “Now if you excuse me, i will be in the streets, if there's anything or any updates from Mother, please do well to call me” Her Father was speechless as he watched his daughter go out. He knew he would get blamed by everyone in his family, but not his beloved daughter. He sighed deeply and left the room.

— You talked. Not a question. A statement. The man stammered: — Boss, I… it was for my family, they threatened me… Cameron felt the rage rise, a burning wave that erased everything else the kiss, the fear for Amanda, everything. He hated traitors. Disloyal people. They were the poison in his empire. Vermin who rotted everything from the inside. He had built Black Industries on absolute loyalty: men ready to die for him, deals sealed in blood. And this bastard had trampled all of it for what? Money? Empty promises?