The Devils Daughter Name Novels & Stories

"Devi! Don't be stubborn." Dom shouted to her daughter. Yes, she has a daughter and she named her "Devika" but "Devi" for short. After she learned that she"s going to have a daughter, she is merely excited to see her. If she"s going to look like her nor her father. And what she expected was right, Devi literally looks like her but she looks more like her father which makes Dom to be so scared. "Mommy, why do you always get nervous? You know how much I can take care of myself." cute Devi pouted.

“Have you forgotten you’re wearing my collar? Do you think I’ll let you go running after another male in front of everyone?” “Tell them I’m your sister! I don’t care!” “Jane!” Marius continued to shout from outside, and that made me struggle even more against Tristan. “I can’t just tell them I’m his sister. Everyone knows Dalila had a daughter with Devon, a daughter who was killed as a baby by Hunter!” When he said that, I froze, staring at him in shock. Devon? My father’s name was Devon? And… he thought I was dead? “Devon…” I repeated.

"She claims to be a daughter of....of Aosoth, the Greater Demon." Claims?! "But it's true!" Maddie chimed in, but Celia and Gerold ignored her. Celia turned to the Sword Sisters, who were seated on a small couch in the corner. "The Sword Sisters said so themselves." She said. "Did you not?" "We did, Celia Ravenwood." One of the Sisters spoke up. "But we were not aware it had any consequential value." "And we have had a meeting such as this, discussing the girl, have we not?" Another woman, an Asian in fighting gear, spoke up.

"Oh my poor Emily. Emily... I'm sorry mommy is too late, baby. I'm so sorry, my baby." She wept like never before, saying incomprehensible things, trying to tell it all at once all the things she wanted to tell Emily. "I didn't have the chance to see you grow into a fine young lady, my love. Fate has been cruel to you, our daughter. You didn't deserve all of this! You don't!" Devon clutched her chest while her other hand was wistfully touching the engraved letters. "Angel". That's the only name they left for her.

She frowned as she realized no other scent was raging out from his body except the sweet scent only mates could smell. "You put on a scent blocker. I want to smell the real you" she didn't mean to sound desperate but she wanted to feel more of her mate, know more of her mate, know what he was hiding behind his mask but he shook his head one more time. "You will, not yet" She chuckled, the sound echoing like a melody in his head. "A mystery to solve. I will introduce myself then" she stepped back and curtsied. "I am Devika, daughter of the family Bhaltair in the village of Galveston"

It all began when the devil was first sent out of the heavens. He had wandered on earth in loneliness until he found a human woman who loved and accepted him the way he was. She was bonded to him, and she hoped that he'd turn away from his evil ways, but it wasn't easy to get the devil to turn a new leaf. He went on with his deceitful behavior, and the woman left him when she couldn't take it anymore. She eloped with a human male, but she discovered that she was pregnant with the devil's son. She tried everything to terminate the pregnancy, but it didn't work out well for her, and when she finally had the baby, she threw him into the forest, hoping he'd die there. But, the devil found his so

“The name doesn’t ring a bell?” “No. Who is she?” Rebecca demanded with urgency. “Back then you asked if we had a daughter together, what would I want her name to be? And after enough research, we settled for Emerald, and you promised to name our future daughter Emerald.” He reminded. Rebecca covered her face with her palms immediately. “This is so embarrassing. What was I even thinking?” Axel chuckled, “You were naive.” “So were you.” She defended. But then, she was taken aback. She removed her hands from her face and looked up at Axel, her gaze now on his face.

It was always something to stare at. "What did they do to Tech and Simeon? Tell me where they are!" My wolf spoke and I echoed. For the record, I was to jump on to Abigail and hug her so tightly and perhaps kiss her for a long time, but my wolf disagreed. She infact was the very daughter of the wicked man Sullivan. Nothing could change that fact. She definitely must have joined in the war and killing of my people. "Nathan, it's me. You don't remember?" She asked suddenly expressing an emotionally confused state.

“I’m sure. Go home. Say hi to Jodie for me.” Paul smiled and gave her a lazy salute. “Sure thing. See you in the morning, boss.” “Night.” As the door clicked shut behind him, Elsie returned her focus to the screen, typing into the search bar: Devil’s mirror. Dozens of irrelevant results flooded the screen—Devil’s Advocate, Devil’s Game, Devil’s Playhouse. She muttered, “No, no… not Devil’s Advocate. I’m surprised p**n didn’t pop up.” Her eyes lit up. “Ah—finally.”

“Wow. I mean, you look like him a lot; Your green eyes are much lighter though, a little bit like Vera.” She widens her eyes when she says Vera. “Who is Vera?” I ask. “Oh shit.” She grimaces, “Our daughter.” “Fuck.” I exhale, Devon has a daughter. “Does that mean I have a niece?” A shadow looms over us and we snap our eyes to see Devon staring up at us with his darkened green eyes, there’s a clench in his muscle as he glares hardly at me. From here, I can see the blazing fire in his eyes. I force myself to smile lightly. “Long time no see, brother.”