The Devils Daughter Name Novels & Stories

"What were you going to name your daughter if you spend more time with her?" Pete turned over and asked as the drums of tension played into the scene. Sleek piano sounds matching with the bass were turned on as the woman replied. "I named her…" "I called her…." "She who hides...for she was to hide from the hounds and demons of hell." "I called her…" "Calypso."

Sakura looked up to see Alaina and Tara standing before them, glaring down at her. Tara pulled Darcy away so hard that it caused him to fall back and land on his backside. “Get away from her, Darcy!” she said. “She’s the devil’s daughter, don’t you remember? Or have you gone away for so long that you’ve forgotten?” Alaina said, “Yeah, Darcy. She’s the devil’s daughter.” “She’s not.” Darcy protested, frowning at the girls. He got up and glared at them. “Now leave us alone.”

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

somewhere inside of me I know he is right because this doesn't have anything to do with Zee if Ash theory is right. "She's the devil's spawn." Brandon states and I smile a little. "Actually, demons are the devil's spawn." I correct and Brandon rolls his eyes. "Whatever, then she is the demon's spawn. That kind of makes her grandfather the devil. Good enough." My smile widens slowly. "Actually, the devil's name is Lucifer and he was an angel of heaven before he fell so he's still an angel so technically you're calling her an ang-"