What Devil Fruits Does Blackbeard Have

"He sold his soul to the devil for fame, money and power" At least that's what people think... Some call him the devil's son Some call him a devil's incarnate Some call him devil himself But it's doesn't matter for Ryan himself.... He lived for more than a century, but he wasn't immortal. He had no desire to be. Well that's what he thought.... Living by a curse for all this years made Ryan this way, there is only one he wants, only thing he has been craving for years, and that is gem stone.... The jewel that was once held in the hands of an angelic being from the heavens. The very same angel that created his cursed existence. A beautiful but dangerous angelic creature that is still on the loose. Ryan didn't know anything about this gem stone or its history until he met..... Aurora, his bethroned.........

An androgynous detective punished by the law will find himself trapped in the hands of a possessive criminal. ***** Bright, an arrogant detective with a beautiful face, starts to live a hellish life after his sister's mysterious abduction. His desperation for money brings him to a terrible nightmare he can never escape from. He is sentenced to two years in prison where the criminals he put there himself is currently lock up. He instantly becomes the new prey of the hungry predators. Cole, a notorious criminal who mysteriously turned himself to authorities, hears about his "favorite" detective's imprisonment. He immediately offers protection to the poor detective on one condition. Bright will be his slave. Will the haughty detective accept the devil's offer? or he will just let himself suffer for two years and hope to make it out alive?

Elena wakes up with no memories and stuck in a car, when trying to find out the reasons for getting there, she ends up being attacked by a creature from another world. Before being killed, she is saved by a warrior who intends to take her to her true world: the hell.

STUCK... WITH THE DEVIL (Too Heartless to be tamed... Synopsis “Strip!” That's the only word that he says to her whenever he invites her to his room. Anya got on the bed, Stark naked ready to feel the monster inside her... Unnoticed, He drove into her widely which caused a wild gasp echoing the room.. She groaned painfully as he struggled to go deeper.. That's just her life since she turned Eighteen. Anya Riley was just 18 when her stepmom sold her into a Mafia clan. THE BLOODS** They're the most dangerous and callous association in Mexico. Even the government has failed many times In bringing them down. Who would want to associate with those kinds of people? They built their clan in the bushy part of Mexico, The building is the most tallest and hugest in Mexico.. They people residing there are only drug dealers, Killers, Smokers and lighters. And their boss...! Grayson Darius: He's a completely callous and different.. He's 22 years old, Handsome and well manly built. He's every girl's taste but he detests them.. Don't mess with him,, he means death. He inherited the clan from his late father which he had maintained to the world's taste.. No one is forced to Join this clan,, no going back as once as you've joined.. That's just it.. He hates Girls... Wanna Know why??.. Follow me.. He dislikes to see or mingles with them.. He has his reasons which is best known to him Alone... What happened when Anya was sold out to Grayson Darius as a repay of Anya's stepmom to Grayson? What happened when he turned her up to his s*x slave? Nothing but a pleasure deriver? Why does Grayson hates Girls? A whole mafioso leader?,,Do you think Anya can take him?

Amberly, the daughter of the head warrior, thought her life was perfect. She's dating the Alpha's son, she's a medical miracle by having a twin brother. But there's one very important she hasn't told anyone. She's cursed. But when the Devil Alpha comes hunting her down, will she reveal her secret or will she sacrifice herself to protect the people that she loves?

The Devil You Called Grimace. Hunger. Love like a curse. They say some doors open only once. She opened hers with three red candles, a drop of blood, and a whisper. Lonely nights, overdue rent, and a heart too heavy to carry — that’s all it took to call him through. Malik. The man made of smoke, shadow, and everything her prayers forgot to protect her from. He came smiling, with promises sweet as sin — protection, money, revenge. Every favor he gave her tasted like salvation until she realized he was feeding on her, one piece at a time. A memory here. A dream there. Her laughter swallowed whole. Now he’s the warmth in her sheets and the whisper in her nightmares. The devil she named, the lover she can’t unmake. Because Malik wasn’t summoned. He was chosen. And love — the kind that burns red under candlelight — always demands a body to keep it alive.

Isla Walker thought her summer would be dull, not dangerous. A scholarship student at an elite High school, Isla’s only goal was survival. Juggling part-time jobs to escape her drunk father and leech of a stepmother, she never expected her already fractured life to spiral into a nightmare. Sold like property to settle her family's crushing debts, Isla finds herself handed over to a man feared across cities — Grayson Voss, the cold and calculating mafia lord of the Voss Syndicate. But Grayson isn’t a stranger. He’s the man who saved her once. And the man who now owns her. What Isla doesn't know is that Grayson has been watching her. Ever since that night at the club, her face has haunted him — softening his steel walls and stirring something he's spent years burying. But affection has no place in his world. To him, Isla is nothing more than collateral — a debt repayment. A useful pawn. One he can't afford to care about. Except he does. And when someone lays a hand on what he owns... all hell breaks loose.

I DIED ON MY THIRD-YEAR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY.. ... right when my husband ditched me for his childhood lover alongside a cruel push.. However, I found myself back on earth five weeks later, not as a ghost, but as my usual self with no memory of the past. I was also forced to believe my pregnancy belonged to my saviour, and I lived in that web of lies until I met the man my son looked exactly like -- The devil. My Ex! This time, he seems to be very different and regretful, but I will surely make him pay, especially with the memories recovery.. Ugh.. If only our son wasn't on the way!!

They say that your past is never really left in your past. I used to think that was dumb until I experienced it. Four years ago, I met the Devil. He gave me a chance to flee from him but I refused and ended up shooting him. Unfortunately for me, he returned four years later to claim me as his wife and drag me to Hell. He's going to make sure I pay for shooting him. He's going to punish me in the worst ways possible. He has promised to make me beg for mercy he'll never grant me. But then, he's not the only one hellbent on making my life a living Hell. There's another person causing havoc from the shadows. I would have to choose eventually- be with the Devil I know or side with the Devil I do not know.

The day I found out I was pregnant with my second child, the impossible happened: the baby in my womb spoke. "Stupid sister, are you even listening? Mom said that as soon as you graduate, she's selling you off. That money is for my future wedding!" My daughter went still. She didn't say a word, didn't confront me, didn't even cry. She just quietly applied to study abroad. And from that day on, I never heard from her again. My husband, seeing how devastated I was, moved to comfort me. But the baby's voice cut through the silence once more. "Comfort her? You're the biggest fool in this house! When I'm born, I'm not calling you 'Dad.' My real dad is that handsome guy from the bar!" The color drained from Sean's face. Before I could utter a word of explanation, he dragged me straight to the hospital for a paternity test. The results came back quickly—my best friend had pulled some strings to expedite them. And there it was, in cold, clinical print: NO PATERNITY BIOLOGICALLY ESTABLISHED. He didn't let me speak. He filed for divorce immediately. In a panic, the baby's voice cried out from inside me again, "Why is the idiot backing out now? Did he finally figure out Mom tricked him? The one who saved his life all those years ago wasn't her—it was her best friend!" That one sentence shattered my entire world. My husband turned his back on me and married my best friend. As for me… the shock and grief hit me like a physical blow. I felt a hot, sudden gush of blood. Before the doctors could save me, I died on that cold hospital bed, my hands clutching my swollen belly, my mind still reeling, unable to comprehend how my life had unraveled so completely. It wasn't until I was reborn, and once again heard the treacherous little voice inside me, that I finally began to understand the truth.