You Belong To Your Father The Devil Novels & Stories

Does he really think that every woman on his world was on his feet and was begging for his attention? Well, maybe. I was once like that but not anymore. I know where to place myself. Does he really think that I do not deserve respect? Whatever I’ve done to this man? He really lived up to his title. DEVIL. Cold. Heartless. Arrogant. Self-conceited. Overconfident. Harsh. Rude. And wickedly gorgeous. Wait, did I just say gorgeous? I am taking that one back. I felt a tug on my arm and was back on the track of lifeless conversation. My father was urging me to accept the hypocritical regret of this imp.

With every courage in me, I walked towards the Devil's door as I knocked but it seemed like he was already expecting me as his guards immediately opened the door after I knocked. On entering the room, I immediately went on my knees as my forehead connected to the floor. I was laying down every ego in me for him to have mercy on me. "Are you here to talk about the battle?" Adolph immediately asked the moment I entered the room but I knew better than giving him an answer immediately. "I am here to beg for forgiveness, I have wronged you and I seek for your mercy, Father" I pleaded even though it made every bit of me boil in rage.

I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs of confusion clouding my mind, "But what does this have to do with anything? Why are you talking about the supernatural?" Father Gabriel's eyes locked onto mine. "Because, Daniel, if you believe in God, then you must also believe in the Devil. And if Sam is indeed the Devil incarnate..." I felt my anger rising. "What are you saying? That Sam is the Devil? That's ridiculous!" Father Gabriel's expression was calm. "I'm not saying that, Daniel. But I am saying that you need to consider the possibility."

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

How are they much better than mine? Is it better to be with the devil you know, or the devil you don’t know? Dustin’s roommate was some kind of unthinkable creature, the absolute worst kind. My father is what he is, maybe he is the devil on earth but he is honest about it. Everyone, and especially me, knows what he is and that he makes no excuses for it. But Ryan, he’ll steal your soul. He’ll eat it and move on to the next. It’s what he does, it’s who he is.

Not yet. ‎Tonight, the devil had come for his own

“She is far more. She is an ancient, demonic soul, and she will unleash a destruction unlike you have ever seen on the world. Our jobs, as members of the Church, is to stop her—by any means necessary.” The father paled. “Our job is to heal our people,” he said, horrified. “I did not write to the Vatican for this. I think you should all leave now. I did not want this.” The man tightened his grip on his shoulder, and the father cried out. His grip was so strong, it sent a pain up and down his spine. The man stared back with steely black eyes, and the father felt as if he were staring into the depths of hell.

Actually, he already knew about that but he just wanted to hear a ‘No’ from Zamien’s mouth. Zamien looked into the eyes of his father and said, “Father, what is wrong with that? I am a Devil and I will do whatever I feel like. Humans must be punished for the wrong they did to us. They must surrender before us and-” Zamien stopped speaking as he was slapped hard by his father such that he fell on the floor. Never once his father had raised his hand on Zamien but today it was different. “I trusted you so much and you did this to me? I cannot believe I have a son like you. Indeed, we are Devils but it does not mean that we will start acting like beasts. Our work is to maintain the balance here,

“He was a complete maniac.” The words fell out of my mouth like they were nothing, like they were just some passing detail, but they were everything. Cain—The Devil, as they called him—had torn my world apart. My father had seen nothing wrong with the man who wanted to take me away. The man who terrified me to my core. Who had seemed to know the darkness that lived within me, and wanted to possess it, own it. There was nothing normal about any of it.