Who Is The Devil's Son Novels & Stories

I ask, feeling bad for the woman who is blinded by love. Bethany began to answer in a bitter tone. “I truly don’t know what she sees in that man. Yes, he’s handsome but his character is truly quite ugly. He’s more of a hit it and quit it type of man. He’s been known to be the Devils’ son.” Bethany made a sound of disgust. “Devils’ son?” I spoke out loud. Dread slowly began to fill me. Like the horror of an avalanche coming a person’s way.

My father took my mother for the operation, but unfortunately, she didn't make it, leaving him with a debt to pay despite the unsuccessful outcome. Two weeks passed, and my father was unable to pay the money. He pleaded with Levi for more time, who offered two options: either my father would indulge in human trafficking or marry me off to him. My father rejected both offers, saying he would pay the debt. However, after struggling to gather the money, he eventually accepted Levi's demand to marry me off. But I refused and ran away from my birth pack, unwilling to live with someone as heartless as Levi, known as "The Son of the Devil."

"The world is counting on you, and we won’t let you fall." " Can I ask you one more thing? Who is the devil, and who is the witches?" Stella finally dared to ask, whatever her grandmother had written back then. Lucian is the devil, Lucifer's son, and Morgan, your brother is the king of witches. The revelation was too much because, in the next instant Stella passed out.

The air seemed to grow colder, the shadows deepening and twisting into grotesque forms. And then, my father saw him. The devil. He was tall and imposing, with piercing black eyes that seemed to bore into my father’s very soul. His skin was a deep, fiery red, and his voice was like thunder. "So, you're the one who's been seeking me out," The devil said, his voice dripping with malevolence. "What is it that you want from me and why?" My father swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "I want to be successful," he said finally. "I want to be rich and powerful, and I want to never have to worry about money again."

My son immediately hid behind my legs. “Master Sean…” “Bring your child here.” Tobby suddenly ran. “Tobby!” “He is the Devil!” he shouted back. “Tobby! Come back here!” I stopped running because Master Sean’s men and Tobby’s nanny were chasing him. “Do you want to get fired?” I stooped my head down. I forgot about that thing. “Speak,” he continued. “My son offended your name and as his father I will punish him.” “Is this the same children story about me again? The Devil Man who owned the sweet truck?”

tell me what I don't know juliana:- you are his brother I think you deserve to know truth. that day velliam was killed not because he was devil believer but because he was the devil. my father is Destin to killed by him. according to the legend the one who kill Goddess of death is velliam. that why church and my father is against him. that all I know. I think your brother is dead now novistle:- for one second I thought you are the lover of black king but you believe he was dead and now I think I was worng.

He shifted, leaned back, legs spread wider, one boot tapping the floor with lazy rhythm. “I’m sure you’ve heard of The Devil,” he said. His voice was smooth. Deep. Too calm. It wasn’t the kind of voice that threatened you. It was the kind that made promises you knew would come true, even if they were the kind to make your skin crawl. I blinked. “Only the one from the Bible.” He chuckled. Low. Warm. Wrong. “Are you religious, Luca?” He said my name. It sounded like silk being pulled tight against my throat.

When the right time comes, this person strikes successfully, dethroning the Evil and takes its place, becoming the ultimate devil- a demon who won against the Evil that created him. Fortunately, only one such trickster rises from the horde of darkness in a long time, preventing the doomsday of the entire system. It solely depends on the devil how he turns the table or how he rules the world. He thinks to either continue poisoning humanity or eliminate the parasites that could overthrow him someday. A person without a heart is a monster and a heartless person only awakes when they have nothing to lose.

Chike shouted at Gerald "Because I am devils son! I work for him! and my spirit belongs to hell!" Gerald replied to him. "Devil is my father!" Gerald added as he laughs at them. "Gerald no you are n..." Kambiri who just stepped into their midst tried to console him but Gerald yelled at him. "Of course I am... devil's son!" Gerald yelled at him. "Why do you say so, you don't have to..?" Kamdiri still trying to ask a question but Gerald interrupted.

“Slade killed him. Over a deal gone wrong. I didn’t know for years. Found out after Mia disappeared.” Axel’s brows drew together. “Your father was in the mafia?” “He was Aaron Costello,” Daniel said quietly. “Or at least… that’s the name I found. I’m still not sure it was his real one.” Axel sat back, absorbing the weight of the name. “Then we both have blood in the game.” “More than that,” Daniel said. “We’ve got Mia now as well.” Axel nodded once. “And I’m not letting Slade take her from either of us.”