Novel & Cerita You Belong To Your Father The Devil

After I shouted to choose Matteo, my mother, Sofia, looked down at me in shock. "Lia, what are you talking about?! You just told me yesterday that Vincenzo treats you the best. Why are you choosing Matteo now?" Matteo had a terrible reputation among the Families. Everyone said he was bloodthirsty and ruthless, with enough blood on his hands to stain the entire river red. I used to hide whenever I saw him, crying and begging my mother to hold me. But they would never know that in my last life, the terrifying Diavolo Sanguinario was the only one who avenged my mother and me.

And now, here I was, walking down an aisle lined with chrome and roses, heading straight into the lion’s den with a knife strapped to my thigh and revenge curled tightly inside my gut like a fist. The rev of bikes outside rumbled like a heartbeat. The compound stank of oil, leather, cigar smoke, and secrets. Tulle and flowers drooped over Harley frames like some sick joke. The scent of gasoline clung to everything. I couldn’t breathe without tasting rage. “Remember what they did to her,” my father, Vincent “Venom” Kane, president of the Crimson Fangs, growled beside me. His grip on my arm was tight, grounding. “Remember why you are here.”

This made my father proud. He told me this many times, especially after seeing me at my worst. They called him when I was too anxious with my knife, the blood of our enemies staining every part of me as red as the Devil. This is where the legend of il Diavolo (The Devil) was born . Eviscerate, dismember, break... the pain I distributed was returned tenfold in my father's love.

Her voice was down but cold "But why mum??? He's my uncle and I like him. He always play with me and he makes me happy." He said sadly bending his head. " Stay away from him. Remember he isn't human like you. He's the devil's son, he's biological son. So don't mess with him, else he will drag you to hell with him. Is that what you want ???" He's mother asked cozily " But how is he the devil's son. Remember the devil is a spirit and we can't see him. How then are we seeing Lucian." The little boy was growing interest. I boiled in fury. How can a mother say this to his son

You guys are doing this to fulfill a death wish, aren't you? “Kneel!” “Pray sincerely to the peak of War Mountain, and refer to the Primal Old Devil as ‘Father’! Elsewise, you all are done for.” ‘Call him what now?’ Alex and the others froze. Ancestor Bodhi cackled out loud. “You want me to call that old devil ‘Father’? Oh man, haha! That reminds me, that old devil really does like being a father. But it’s a shame, really. Once he sees me, he’d have to call me ‘Father’ instead.”

“Kill them all” I mean every fucken’ word. I came back to bury my father and had no intentions of going against any of them, but they had to push me into this. It was the same with my father. He became the devil because they killed his wife first, his retaliation earned him the nickname, but they made him that way. Well, I am the devil’s daughter and I will be damned if I let them get away with this. “No!” The objection comes from the person I least expected.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

“Your father gave you to me, and I can't let those idiot rivals of his tamper with you. You’re sharp-tongued, defiant, and breathtaking. I’ve never wanted someone so badly while simultaneously needing them to fight me.” I pressed back slightly, smirk tugging at my lips despite the tremor in my body. “You talk too much, devil’s son. But keep it up, I like the sound of your voice.” He chuckled, low and throaty, the sound pressing against my skin, making my blood run hot. “That’s only the beginning. By the time this night ends, I’ll have you knowing exactly who’s in charge, and yet, you’ll still think you are.” And for the first time since they had dragged me from my home, I realized something

He pointed out. “Who is the father?” He repeated, gazing at her. “He or she is fatherless. And it is none of your business.” Janice retorted. “Don't play with me,” He grunted, then tightened his grip on her. “Unhand me, Jules!” Janice noticed how foreign his name sounded. Yet, she liked the way her body responded. “Fine.” He mumbled, releasing his grip on her. She stroked her wrist and noticed the red slashed on it.