You Belong To Your Father The Devil Novels & Stories

“She’s a D’Amato. Her father is one of our oldest partners. That union locks down the Eastern corridor. Cuts off the bratva’s leverage. Reignites the Atlantic run. It makes sense.” “It makes you comfortable.” “And it makes you safe. Or did you think this whole legacy you stand to inherit came gift-wrapped with no expectations?” I didn’t respond. Because we both knew the truth: I’d never been given choices. Only chains dressed like suits. “You’re good at what you do,” he said after a beat. “You’re better than your father ever was. But your softness will be your downfall.” My hands curled into fists. “What softness?” He leaned forward, voice dropping like a blade. “Whatever it is that’s cloudi

I was staring. Oh shit I was staring. Shawn, what the fuck are you doing? I quickly turned to leave but I was frozen on my tracks. It felt like I had been hypnotized. Thom Sinclair, my father in law that hates me, moaned my name. He moaned my name while beating his junk.

“So you came to me.” “Yes.” “And why would I help you?” “Because everyone says there’s only one man my father has never been able to control.” She held his gaze. “They call him the Devil.” The faintest smile appeared on Damien’s face. “I’ve never liked that nickname.” “But you never denied it.” “No.” He stood and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the rain-soaked estate. His hands rested casually in his pockets. “You know what people also say about me?” “They say you never lose.”

“This is sin. This is disgrace. This is shame!” “Isaac!” my mother said softly, tears already in her eyes. “Please…” He ignored her. His eyes stayed locked on me, sharp and unforgiving. “You went out there, you got corrupted. This is what happens when you leave your family, your church. You let the devil in!” I stood up, trembling but defiant. “It’s not the devil, Dad! It’s me! It’s who I am!” His hand hit the table again, harder this time. “No it’s not!”

His father furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you talking about?" “You see, Father. The disadvantage of siding with the devil is that when you're no longer of use, you'll be discarded like a piece of trash and trust me, Liam is not to be messed with. He'll kill you the minute he discovers he can't use you anymore" A complex expression appeared on his father's face. His father's eyes suddenly angry as he slapped Levi across the face. “How dare you do this to your own father?! After everything I've done for you" Levi grabbed his hand before he could slap him again.

Darn the royal blood line and our powerful telepathic powers. “I know you can hear me, son ! Come back to me. I promise to be a good father to you. Or else if you don’t, there is someone out there, who will deceive you and bring you back to me in any case. Don’t even try to find out that person, son. You will never be able to believe it even when you see who betrayed you (chuckles). That’s all my child. I hope to see you soon. Very soon …. Daddy loves you (chuckles)” That is how the devil had made me a nervous wreck since that day and I could honestly, not think or conjure who could be the fucking one to be the back stabbing bitch.

she whispered, her breath cold against my skin, “you belong to him.” A shiver crawled down my spine. She didn’t let me pull away. “The Devil is one of a kind,” she whispered. “Do you understand what that means?” I shook my head once. Barely. She pressed a kiss to my cheek, soft and dry. “It means remember yourself,” she said, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes again. “So you don’t drown in him.” The words hit like a prophecy.

I replied as I felt a sharp pain in my head and groaned in pain. "Hahaha...he laughed maniacally. Saying that you deserve mercy sounds ludicrous to me. It's just like the devil saying he deserves mercy. I have no doubt in my mind that you are related to the devil. On second thought, I think your father is the devil and not the alpha. Maybe, the devil swapped the original baby in your mother's womb and replaced him with you cos I find it hard to believe that the alpha is truly your father," he paused as he glared at me.

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."

“And you do?” “I fucking better.” I didn’t move. My fingers tightened around the cup, heat pressing against my palms. He stopped in front of me, close enough that I could feel the warmth rolling off his chest. “You don’t belong to him.” “I don’t belong to anyone.” His eyes searched mine, like he was looking for a crack to slip through. “You’re mine,” he said it low, more breath than voice. My stomach tightened. My chest ached. Not because I was scared—because I wasn’t. But because a part of me wanted to believe him. A dangerous part.