The Devils Daughter Name Novels & Stories

Complained Celea " You stupid little girl who are you calling a spoiled child?" Asked Lucifer " Oh yeah my bad, I meant to say spoiled fossil " " CELEA MORNINGSTAR " The devil called in a strict parent tone " actually it's Celea Dragneel Morningstar " She corrected " Dragneel when the fuck did you become a fucking dragon? " Asked Lucifer " It was way before a become a devil " Celea answer his question " Oh no really. When did Dereus give birth to you ?" The devil asked wit a bit of sarcasm and hidden jealousy

I hope to see Calvin soon, I know Eva would surely take care of him. To evade suspicion and being noticed, I changed to a maid and changed my appearance to look ugly to avoid attention. I would totally fit in with my new nature. As a maid, it was easy to get information from inside but it would be difficult to get close to Devon. The Lycan blood pack is now in a state of unrest because of Devon's manipulation while everything on his side was at peace. The goddess being a spirit that stands on the side of light while Devon stands on the side of darkness. Her celestial name is Devon, no one knows this except her children who are on the dark side. One of them was Susanna, my mother , who had dr

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

Devon’s POV “You’re just going to sit back, son?! And watch your friend get devoured by that devil?!” “That devil is my mother. And once upon a time, she was your wife.” “Like I give a shit! If you knew half the things that woman did, you’d disown her!” I rub my temples, hoping that by doing so it’ll stave off the headache brewing in my skull. It doesn’t. This is exactly why I changed my last name to Sinclair.

She must have been Devon's little sister. At last, the girl seems to have noticed me. "Who is this beautiful sister?" She asked with a kind smile. "She is my daughter-in-law, Devon's fiance," Grandpa answered before I could. "Oh, so you are this demon's fiance." She said in surprise. Grandma frowned. "Don't say such words about your brother." The purple-clothed girl stretched out her hands for a handshake as she introduced herself. "My name is Stacy, Devon's sister."

My men held her still. “What the hell are you doing with my daughter? Who are you working for, and why the hell is she calling herself Abigail?” I demanded, my voice ice-cold. The woman tilted her head, coy, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “Because she’s Abigail,” she purred. “Don’t you remember me, Mr. Morelli? Dark Cravings Club. October 11th. Seven years ago?” Dark Cravings? The name cracked open a door in my head. Surely, the name sounds like the kind of place I would have been in seven years ago.

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

“I was Elisha for so long. But Ostara… that’s what my parents named me. That’s what they gave me when they first held me.” Davina sipped her cocoa. “It’s prettier than Elisha, anyway.” I glanced at her. She smiled. “It is. Elisha was broken. She cried too much. Apologized too much. She loved the wrong person and paid the price for it.” I swallowed. “Ostara,” she continued, “has a daughter, a company, and more courage than most people twice her age.” I sighed. “There is still so much to know about her…”

It's been a year since she was moved on, I'm glad for her. "Devonce!" I immediately turned around when I heard Dad call my name, I put the picture frame back in its place and walked towards to him. I smiled when I saw him with the old man. I felt awkward, this was the first time Dad introduced me to his employees. "This is Devi, my daughter," Dad smilingly introduced the old man "Devonce, this is Mr. Vergara. Partneredship with our restaurant," My eyebrows slightly raised when I heard that. I thought he was an employee! I just thought. I don't know about that but it looks like Dad thought it was good