The Devilish Son-in-law Novels & Stories

“So you came to me.” “Yes.” “And why would I help you?” “Because everyone says there’s only one man my father has never been able to control.” She held his gaze. “They call him the Devil.” The faintest smile appeared on Damien’s face. “I’ve never liked that nickname.” “But you never denied it.” “No.” He stood and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the rain-soaked estate. His hands rested casually in his pockets. “You know what people also say about me?” “They say you never lose.”

Her trembling pupils moved left and right at a slight speed as he read those contracts. "This bitch!" He bit his teeth frustratedly and dialed the housekeeper, who was responsible for this whole platform. "Jerk! What have you done to my house?" fervidly shouted through the phone as Elvira crossed her hand over her chest. That man munched his lips nervously and asked in fright, "Aren't you with your wife?" "Wife my foot! I divorced her." he sounded disliked. "But, sorry Leonid. I already contracted with her, we have no chance." that man disappointedly said that would agitate his inner anger.

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

She staggered on her words, her body shuddering tremendously. This man terrifies her, a lot. His uncanny sensation frightens and scares the people around him. He's known for his aloofness, unemotional, ruthlessness, and savagery. He's a man who doesn't care about anyone likewise a soul not to mess with. He's extremely cold, he's brutal and dangerous. Many see him as a non-human even the distinct souls around England acknowledge him as... The devil’s son. "I think he's still drunk, thank goddess!" Madam Madison inwardly muttered, clenching her chest in a little relief as she gazed at the gelid king.

, I can't finish speaking, since the protagonist of my worst nightmares bursts into the room abruptly and I hasten to hide the weapon in the front neckline of my corset. "The private party is over," he utters with the same sinister expression as a few hours ago in the penthouse. In fact, it gives me the slight impression that he is about to throw himself on top of my companion. "Calm down, Devil," the client says without losing his smile. "I am in your domain and therefore under your rules." "Be careful, King," Dean threatens deliberately, "because no king is above the Devil." Without another word, he grabs me by the wrist and pulls me out the way he brought me in: dragging. However, I manag

Her steps retaliated, "how sometimes I don't have to do anything to created chaos. It's like it has a mind of its own and speaks when it sees fit." "So," he said plastering a familiar grin on his face, "what do I do for you little sinner?" Sonny cringed internally at the name. She still hadn't been able to wrap her mind around why the name didn't sit well with her, "I need you to help me find someone," The devil smirked, "The one that stabbed you!". Her brows furrowed in confusion, "How do you know that?" "Because you shall not harm her- not yet!!!"

“You look like you’re waiting for me to grow horns and drag you to hell.” I lifted my chin, even though my knees wanted to buckle. “They call you the Devil’s son. What else should I expect?” A faint sound escaped him, almost like the start of a laugh but colder. He took one step closer, then another, until the space between us felt too small. “And what do they say about me exactly? That I drink blood? That I killed my own mother with a curse?” I backed up until my legs hit the edge of the massive bed. “They say misfortune follows you. That anyone close to you ends up broken or dead.”

“You really have no idea who you married, do you?” My body went still, my heart in my throat. Is he really bad? Is he truly the devil people spoke of? Is it too late to redeem him now? “He’s a devil wrapped in a suit,” he said. “You’re just too blinded by whatever childish fantasy you’re living in. But don’t worry soon enough, he’ll show you exactly who he is. And when he finds out about that little mess you’ve been hiding—your useless daughter—he won’t just ruin you… he’ll destroy her too.”

He thought he had more problems. "Don't do this to me, Father-in-law!" Devon continued whining. "I will be a filial son-in-law. If you give her to me, I promise never to let her cry. Rosslyn and I love each other so much, please don't be the villain in our love story." Kendrick stood up and swayed. Maybe the wine was getting into his system. However, he should rather be somewhere else. The waiters or cleaners– who cared? Would probably take care of his friend.

“She’s young. She’s pretty. You want something in return for the debt? Take her!” I laughed. Not because it was funny. But because sometimes your brain short-circuits when betrayal slices too deep. “Are you serious?” I whispered. She didn’t answer. Because she didn’t have to. My father groaned, didn’t even look at me. Didn’t say no. Didn’t scream at her for offering up his only daughter like a lamb to the slaughter. He just looked down. Like a coward. “What debt?” I asked, my voice cracking. The man with the knuckles smirked. “Mommy racked up five grand at some fancy fashion store downtown. Daddy owes triple that from gambling.”