The Devilish Son-in-law Novels & Stories

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

Emerald was honest. She really didn't like the way Alaric looked down on the servants, even though Alaric never hit her but just looking at Alaric's face made Emerald sick. He was a rude and evil rich man, he was not her ideal but there were many women who were ready to satisfy him in bed. "So that means you can't accept my son?" Liona asked. Emerald nodded. "I also felt that you seemed happy when you heard that Olivia and your son seemed to get along well with that woman." Emerald said, conveying her thoughts.

The call trails off and Adrian continues gaming on his console while Lena gets dressed and prepares for her training. Meanwhile in the abyss, loud gargling and growling of demons can be heard from ever angle. A very handsome man sits on a red throne with long flowing hair. He has perfect golden hair on his chin as he strokes his beards. He has five servants that stand behind him with perfect sync. They dress in ancient, medieval dresses that entails that they have lived for a long and certain period of time. Many low grade demons writhe and snarls as they exhibit uncanny, childish behaviours such as fighting and chasing each other. They come in different appearances such as : Dogs, wolves, h

"Because when I return, I will make sure you lose everything—the woman you love, the fortune you stole, and the father’s recognition you crave. I’m taking it all." That night, under the roof of the man I was supposed to call "Father-in-law," I vowed to give my soul to the devil—so long as that devil was Alistair Blackwood.

he said, placing my legs on his shoulders. “My husband is not a devil…” “Buttering won’t help you get rid of me so easily,” he sang. “I am not buttering. My husband is not a devil, my husband is an angel who knows how to fuck like a devil,” I said, holding back my smile. He chuckled, cocking his brows as he bit his lower lip. “There are a lot more devilish characters inside me. It’s just that I love you so much that I show them angelically.”

"I bet you get people like me in here a lot, don't you?" "On the contrary, you happen to be the first person I have seen in this state, and I must say being drunk is not your thing." He responded with a calm tone as if he had been in the situation before, listening to the short story about my peril. "Who happens to be the devil in question?" "The woman who is raising my son, I would not call her my wife because she would never fit that description." I began to describe the trouble I was forced to put up with by being with this woman.

He didn't say anything and just looked at her with those cold eyes. Kimmy was about to break down... Gabriel West. How on earth did she manage to encounter a man like him. He was the most feared man in the country,his name alone made people shiver and send men running in fear. Even the police had to bow when they saw him. Of course she knew who he was, everyone did. He owned half of the city as he was in charge of the underground world. He was known as the devil's son. He was given that name for a reason, everywhere he went chaos followed, blood was spilled. Gabriel was known to be cruel and heartless in doing things,he had killed a lot of people to get to where he was.

“Your savings account currently has eleven thousand dollars in it. Your student debt is over sixty thousand, and you’re behind on payments.” My stomach tightened. “You investigated me.” “I vetted you.” “That’s creepy.” “I’m just being careful.” I crossed my arms tightly, trying not to look shaken even though I absolutely was. “You still haven’t explained why you need a wife.” For the first time that night, he paused before answering. “My grandfather left controlling interest of Javier Group in a trust,” he said. “There’s a condition attached to it. If I reach thirty-five unmarried, the control transfers to a board-appointed trustee.”

Devon sat at the edge of Daemon's bed and looked at the weird ghostly paintings on the wall. Her husband is showering in the bathroom while she's clutching hard at her nightie praying that it will be over soon. After the wedding, Daemon brought her to his house just across the Alley 56 to consummate their marriage. "I need a son, Devon. The earlier you give me one, the earlier you will be released from our deal." His words rang into her head like a recorder.