Devils Son Name Novels & Stories

I whisper in between trembles. “I’m the demon king, my darling. I always know.” “What can I give you. Let’s…let’s settle this now, please. I am tired of running.” I am scared out of my wits. “Stop then. You’ll end up here anyway, but you’d have tired you little bones,” he says, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. “What do I owe you, Memphis?” “Please, call me Devlin. Mephistopheles is quite an ugly name and I’d prefer a more formal exchange while using that name. Between us, there’s more informality than anyone could ever imagine.”

somewhere inside of me I know he is right because this doesn't have anything to do with Zee if Ash theory is right. "She's the devil's spawn." Brandon states and I smile a little. "Actually, demons are the devil's spawn." I correct and Brandon rolls his eyes. "Whatever, then she is the demon's spawn. That kind of makes her grandfather the devil. Good enough." My smile widens slowly. "Actually, the devil's name is Lucifer and he was an angel of heaven before he fell so he's still an angel so technically you're calling her an ang-"

Everything just going fine, you just play your part well then there won't be any problem if you ask me how can son let this happen something like that, you will be surprised I am the one who supports him because I hate him so much" after that chairman man's son " demon, cancel the call, which makes them concerned about the safety of else, how will they trust someone who possesses devil intellect. demon reaches home, he saw the car of someone who he did see before, it's nothing new, a prostitute car, always there, because demon's father is a complete pervert, he is old but he sleeps with many women. when going out, he listens to his father's conversation with a lady. " Why are you living so s

That devil seems to have multiple personalities. Duh?!

“You look like you’re waiting for me to grow horns and drag you to hell.” I lifted my chin, even though my knees wanted to buckle. “They call you the Devil’s son. What else should I expect?” A faint sound escaped him, almost like the start of a laugh but colder. He took one step closer, then another, until the space between us felt too small. “And what do they say about me exactly? That I drink blood? That I killed my own mother with a curse?” I backed up until my legs hit the edge of the massive bed. “They say misfortune follows you. That anyone close to you ends up broken or dead.”

For some reason, everyone feared me because of my strong face, cold expression, and eyes like that of the devil's incarnate. Well, I wasn't the devil incarnate to be exact, I was his son. The son of the Devil, and as such, that makes me a devil also. A devil with no heart. “ From who?” I cocked my brows. “ From Gamma Rover.” He replied, and a knowing smirk graced my lips. “ What is that little man up to?” I chuckled darkly, staring at the letter in my hand. It's been four days since he sent the first letter introducing a marriage proposal.

’ He thought. “Oh, wait… Do you know your son is the devil-reaper? It would be an honor for me to kill him.” Albert frowned.‘What is he talking about? Ethan is the Devil-Reaper, not my son. Did he think Ethan was my son?’ “Do you know who my son is?” Albert asked, confused.

he held Jackie's face, wiping her tears with his thumb. "I'm fine now. Tell me everything that happened while I was unconscious," Jameson said. ___ "Are you the Billionaire Devil?" Einstein's six-year-old son, Ben, asked Diego, who turned his head in his direction. "How did you..." "My father told me one of his friends is a Devil and the other is an Angel. You're definitely the devil one." Diego smirked and ruffled the boy's hair gently. "Thanks for the compliment, little one." "You're welcome. Can I sit beside you, devil?" he asked cutely.