The Devilish Son-in-law Novels & Stories

“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!”

I sank down onto the edge of the bed, the towel still clutched tightly around me. The tears I thought I had cried out earlier formed behind my eyes again. Everything was too much. Marcus and Nadia’s betrayal. The realization that I was trapped in this marriage for thirty days. Victor circling me like a vulture, ready to push Gerald Holt on me the second I made the mistake of failing. And now this stranger—this dangerously attractive, too-composed stranger standing in my room saying cryptic shit. “I walked in on my fiancé fucking my half-sister yesterday,” I whispered, more to myself than to him. “In my own bed. And instead of dealing with it like a normal person, I got drunk and married you.

This makes the couple's love last forever. *** Why is the title of this story The Bad Son-in-Law? Because the men in this story are not good sons-in-law, they are bad. They marry women without the permission of their parents or family, and they do not involve the role of the woman's family in this married life. This story begins with a mistake that ends happily. So that makes women blind with a demonic figure behind the bodies of the men they love.

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.

Delvin said as an evil smirk spread across his face, I was scared of that look, it meant danger. "He's not your son! He will never be your son," I yelled in defense as I held Dennis tight, there was no way I was going to allow him take my son. Never! "Still lying uh?" Delvin asked and chuckled darkly. I glared angrily at him, he was still as evil as before, he was the devil in disguise! So heartless and self-centered! "Who is lying? You can't just come here and say you are looking for your son Delvin, you're not drunk. But if you are, wake up!"I screamed in anger, this seemed to make Delvin angry.

I was desperately trying to tell myself that she knows me well enough to know that I would never initiate anything romantic with the Devil, I was desperately trying to convince myself that that smile was her way of telling me that she understands that her don't take no for an answer any day husband seduced me and she is not mad at me. I assembled the Devil's starter with a plan already in mind; I was going to position myself farthest from my infernally evil, beast of a step- father, munch down my food like a human pacman and speed out of that dinning room before anything that should not happen happens. I will tell you one thing; an uncanny lot can happen over the course of one meal in the De

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

she picked up a photograph of the arms dealer, eyes glittering with contempt “—is already drowning in debt. His empire is a house of cards. All we have to do is pull away the foundation.” She stood, walking to the board, tapping her pen against the faces of their enemies one by one. “Darius. Marek. Serrano. They’ve built their thrones on alliances. We turn those alliances into nooses. We don’t hit them in chaos—we hit them in sequence, cutting off every lifeline until they choke.” Lucian’s lips curved, slow and dangerous. Approval burned in his dark gaze. “She’s right.” Marco gave a low whistle, shaking his head with something between awe and unease. “You’ve turned her into a devil too, boss

he says the name like it’s bitter on his tongue, "Son of a bitch. Trying to give the contract that belongs to Platinum Penny to his son-in-law's company." "Is it Nicoli Bianchi you referred to as a young man?" I chuckle. "Yeah?" He doesn't look bothered that the old man might have picked an offence. "Dude, that man is thirty years older than you," I point out, my arm lifting to wrap around his neck. "I was pissed." He leans closer to my face, his eyes darting to my lips. "Whiskey," he mutters, his nose scrunched up, "Did you drink alcohol?"

His tattooed knuckles tensed at his sides, like he was already ready to throw down. And damn me to hell… he looked good. Dangerously good. The kind of man that made girls with daddy issues forget their names. Rough-cut jaw. Eyes like sin dipped in whiskey. A smirk that promised pain before it ever offered pleasure. But I knew better. That face was carved from the same bloodline that ended my mother. Killian Maddox was the devil in leather. And I was about to marry him. “You look like trouble,” he whispered as I reached him. “You have no idea,” I replied, the smile I gave him sharpened at the edges.