The Devils Daughter Name Novels & Stories

"I already have someone in mind for you. The King of Valethorne. King Malakar." Eryndra's breath caught in her throat. The name hit her like a physical blow, and for a moment she couldn't breathe at all. Of course it was a name everyone knew - even children in the furthest villages whispered about King Malakar in frightened tones. The heartless king. The cruel ruler who found joy in others' suffering. The man they called the devil incarnate.

Our daughter, Julie Newman, who was about to graduate from university, and Sean argued over who would name the baby. But in the next instant, the baby inside me spoke—clear as a bell, "Stupid sister, I don't want you to name me! Mom said once you graduate, she'll sell you off, so she can use that money for my future wedding!" My daughter's face drained of color. It had happened this way in my last life too. The moment she heard the baby's voice, my daughter's smile vanished. Bright and outgoing, she shut down and stopped being close to us.

Hautea said. He nodded once. A small, contained acknowledgment. She left his study. Went to the kitchen to make tea she didn't particularly want, standing at the counter and thinking about a nine-year-old boy in a house with a father who would later build a clause into his inheritance designed to punish his son for being exactly who he was. And a name kept, carried in the middle of a name people rarely used, Reeve, his mother's. She was holding her mug and staring out at the city when her phone buzzed. A text from Drake, from fifty feet away in his study.

Who are you really, Lucian Devlin? The question burned in my chest. I’d seen the cracks in his armor last night. I’d heard the names—his mother, Liam, Beverley. He was hunted by ghosts I couldn’t yet name, but I knew one thing with certainty: I had to find out who they were if I ever wanted to understand the man who owned me. And maybe… maybe he wasn’t the devil after all. Maybe he was just a man who had already been burned by hell. The thought unsettled me. It almost scared me more than his control did.

The call had ended without her finishing her sentence. I tried to call back but it was no longer going through as I suddenly felt a sharp sting in my chest. "Lenora!" ((Author's Note)) If you're reading this, I'll like to thank you for coming this far because I don't think I would be able to write this without you. We have come to the end of Book 1 and Book 2 will be released shortly. The title for book two is "Marked By The Devil's Son". Please stay in touch. Thank you and I love you <3.

I watch as they move, walking around I spot him instantly, my eyes going to the people he is with. I don’t want to walk to him, he stands smiling at me waiting, but I feel like walking back out. Standing I look at my parents and force my legs to walk, getting to them Calix smiles at me. “I will give you some space.” Calix walks away and I stand facing my parents. “You look well Merlinda.” “I’m Daisy, not Malinda.” I’m not the child they sold. “How are you, you seem to have settled with the Devil’s well.” I glance behind me to where they are watching me. What are they doing? Turning I look at my parents.

", said Lizzy by shedding the tears with an hiccup in her voice after gulping the saliva into her throat. "Nope.. there is already one existing in that unique name. So the name Nevaeh suited my little one more. Yep! Nevaeh, the reversed form of Heaven. Brother l can design a good and cute face for our robot daughter", said Lizzy by shaking her head and taking a paper. "Lizzy, it's just a robot. lt can't became a complete human like us", said Mete with an alerting tone. "Atleast made some variation in it's mind and make her call me mom every day.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

He stood in the doorway, sleeves rolled to his elbows, shirt open at the collar. He looked infuriatingly calm. Ronan Blackwood I've been too shocked to recognise him last night but now - fuck! Ronan Blackwood the rumoured devil. I had no idea if I should scream or just laugh because how the hell did I end up with the devil himself? “You had no right,” I said, my voice low, hard. “I saved your life.” he responded calmly. “You took it.” I marched toward him, heat burning through my chest. “You didn’t ask. You didn’t give me a choice. You just—scooped me up like I was some damsel who needed a knight.”

Whether I like it or not. Vanessa does not remember what a normal life is. She is shunned by the world, has no friends and has never dated or been kissed. She likes to blend in with the walls and keep to herself and mostly pretend she is not affected by her devilish step-father's interest in her. Vanessa has no idea what she really is to the Devil. Vanessa is the Devil's step-daughter, but the Devil knows that they are destined to be so much more and he will stop at nothing to make her his.