Satan's Spawn

Satan's Spawn

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Out of my 24 years of living on this god forsaken planet I never once imagined myself, witnessing a murder. Like you know you see it on TV, in episodes of Criminal Minds, those weirdos having foot fetishes and chopping peoples feet off blah blah, it seems so surreal. So, now I'm running for my life, praying that freak back there didn't see me piss myself. ------------------------- Luna Rashid, a fresh divorcee from London moves to work at a high and mighty law firm in Los Angeles. Never once did she expect to be caught up in seeing a gruesome murder happen on the beautiful streets of LA by a very tall, very sexy specimen that likes to call himself Satan's Spawn.
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The devil always collects. And, so does his son. DRAKE Most guys like their dads. Most guys aren't the son of the literal devil. When Daddy Dearest tells me its unseemly for the last living son of the Lord of Hell to be unmarried, I hate to think who he has in mind. Until, I remember I'm technically already married. Yeah, she's human, and I was all of eight at the time. But, still counts. Now I just need to get my wife to Hell for a meet and greet with Pops and send her back home. Except, our marriage won't technically be legit until it's consummated. And I don't kno that I want to send her home... WREN Most girls live normal lives. Most girls aren't married to the devil's son. There is something weirdly familiar about the new guy next door, but I can't place it. Then a weird little demon thing turns up in my room to tell me a prince of Hell wishes for an audience with me. Oh, yeah. And apparently - while I'm not even eighteen yet - he's my husband? So, I find myself stuck in Hell with a husband. And I guess I don't hate it as much as I thought I would. There's always something going on and things to discover. And soon, I don't know that I want to go home. Please be aware that this story uses Australian English spelling and syntax. Not recommended for younger readers due to mature content.

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