You Belong To Your Father The Devil Mga Nobela at Kwento

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

My father’s voice was a menacing growl that swept me backwards from behind, flinging me to the side. I crumpled to the floor, a heap of a mess. “Father…” I called weakly, tears burning in my eyes as I watched him storm over to my mom that had jerked away from her crying position the moment he’d stormed in. That was who my father was. A merciless, evil man that stole people’s breath in fear and that menacing aura he carried. “Get out, Atlas,” he ground out in a cold voice, pausing a few feet away from my mother and keeping his hard gaze on her. “Go back to your room. Now.”

Smile plastered over his face slowly folding the sleeves back knowing the fact why his son is really here. “Why dont you do it already rather than acting like a good son who wants to spend time with his father” “When you already knew about it why did let me in the first place” “Well I can't stop the presence of the devil right because of whom I’m here” “You are still in delusion Ota-san the devil did not make what you are, it was you yourself brought where you are. Well if you say I’m the devil why not give me your life and soul to walk in the path of hell” Takeshi smiles finally putting his hand sideways.

The Aroma is just making the insides of my stomach grumble. He plasters a smile. "My dad is the devil. My mother is the devil. My little brother is Lucifer. I've lived in hell my entire life." He laughs at that, making me join in the laugh too. But I know there's more meaning and depth to his words. "Food is ready!" he declares. ********

At first I found it to be a stupid request, but Father just nodded, and one of the guards escorted him away from where we were seated. As soon as he left with the guards, Father turned towards me. "You really don't know what the hell you are with, do you?” I didn't raise my guest, focused on my almost now empty plate. don't see why you're so concerned now.” Father turned back towards the way he came to make sure no one was eavesdropping, and then he smirked. “You are with the devil himself, and you should stay away." I scoffed, “And you're not one yourself? Give me a break, Dad. Even until Mom died, you were never there. All you did was bring the money needed for her treatment. Give me a bre

“You really are an angel and I’m so lucky you are all mine. How does a devil end up with an angel?” “Because even the devil can redeem himself if he chooses. My father was a devil who chose not to redeem himself. You are not him. You were always better than him. I knew it even when you were a slave that you were meant to rule this kingdom. I always wanted to rule it with you. My father took your kingdom and absorbed it. This kingdom is equally both of ours. I always knew that. Now, we have the kingdom in our hands. It’s our responsibility to restore it to a kingdom of light and hope. We will create a better future for our children.”

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."

One word was whispered to my mind and I was afraid that if I did speak: I was only going to beg. That word was please. Please- daddy. If those words tumbled past my lips, he was not going to let me go, I am certain he was going to bend me over the counter and take me right in this kitchen with my mother only feet away…. No doubt he would claim my untouched p***y, he was already hard for… me. Oh god! The Devil is my father. This is so wrong.

**🥀** 🥀 BRUNO'S POV 🥀 I tried to run, from the fact that the devil was my father, but it seemed there was nowhere to run to. Somehow, I find myself being dragged back to hell. There was a loud cry of people who believed and fell for the devil's deceit. Their crazy cry filled my ears… they are called — the sinners. Those who turn away from good and decided to do bad because that bad seemed right in their eyes. Since everyone is doing a certain thing, it seemed to be normal and that's why they ended up in hell.

Beauxdera was not done: “The devils look to Buckingham To shroud the sky, the sun be damned Like proper monsters, they will stand They’ll rise from the abyss The devils deceive and pretend Perhaps you know one as a friend Yes, I say it once again: There are devils in our midst!” “Good God, man!” Father yelled. “Do you know what you’re saying? Do you hear your own words?” Yet still Mr. Beauxdera went on, almost as if in answer: “The devils will put all askew Both in the world and inside you You, my friend, can be one too