You Belong To Your Father The Devil Novels & Stories

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.

I ask as I look down at the floor in front of my father's desk. My father falls silent. I slowly look up at him to see him staring intensely at me. "What are you talking about son?" He asks seriously. "Layla was pregnant when she died. The deal I made with the devil was fulfilled upon her death. Our unborn child died with her and its lifeforce was absorbed into her body giving her a second chance at life. As soon as the devil and I made our deal I became the devil. That was the devil's plan from the beginning." I reply.

"And I said-" "I'm not your friend, Sophia. I'll use you, I'll make sure there's no bone in that body that won't do as I say and when I'm done with you, you'd regret you ever met a devil like me, cause Sophia bambina... I'm a Devil you should run away from." And the stare he gave me said everything he didn't say. He was a Devil and I should run!! TBC

And his fate was decided by the Devil himself. "Daddy." What the hell ! The devil thought . "Daddy!" Saying came running a little girl from under the small book shelf and went to hug her daddy. " Where the actual hell this little sh*t came from , didn't you kill each and every single one of them?! " the devil asked his men while eyeing the small girl with a death glare who was hugging the bastard. 'Daddy?' He thinks, 'How the actual hell this pathetic man in front of me was granted the father title?'

We both sat on the couch and I said, "Okay, now spill." "Spill what?" "You know what I'm talking about." He laughed and said, "Looks like I underestimated you. Kaun blew it, didn't he?" I crossed my arms and waited for him to speak. He huffed and slumped in the sofa. "There's a lot to say and there's a lot that you wouldn't like to hear, so before you kick me out, listen to the whole thing." I nodded my head. "My father is the leader of Devil's wrath. Don't look at me, I hate that gang. So, my father was the one of the worst humans. I despised him and his mafia. I'm disgusted to know that I have his blood in me.