Hell Marriage

I've always heard stories about demons and thought they lived in hell until I met Connor, my husband. He's not just a demon; he's the devil, and he doesn't live in hell; I live in it.I met the now king of vampires when I was 15 and he was 24, it was love at first sight for me, his lopsided grin and distracting grey eyes made me swoon, I imagined our great love and a beautiful life but being the alpha's first daughter, I had my duties and my father wasn't about to marry me off to the sworn enemy even though for fifty years our clans have agreed and shared a peaceful coexistence. The war between the vampires and werewolves broke out three years later and ended five decades of peace and my life. The war claimed my parents and many of the pack members, and just after the war, Connor started a war of his own and dethroned his stepfather, claiming the throne and me. The second time I saw Connor, his face was unsmiling and grim, with a priest running behind him. He married me with no expla

"Get out" I said through clenched teeth. The figure slipped out of the bed. It was Carissa, one of his favorite mistresses, compared to the silky night gown she had on, my clothes were dated and old, threadbare in places, her smooth glowing skin made me self aware. I had the title of the queen but lived worse than a slave, with chapped nails and rough skin. I probably had a bath three days ago. Anger flared in my eyes, I've been living like I didn't exist at all, I WOULD TAKE BACK MY LIFE. My once soft hands had turned calloused and hard."You?" Her eyes skipped over me like I'm some trash stuck to her shoe."Yes, get out" I walked towards her, if she wasn't going to get out on her own, I would force her out, she might be a vampire but she wasn't the queen, I am."He isn't coming?" Her eyes had a look of despair."No, and don't you ever step in here ever again" I dragged her by hand and led her to the door, there was no reaction from her, she looked like she was in a daze, she was o

It took me a minute to realize a figure was blocking the sun from touching me, I looked up to find Connor staring down at me,"What do you want?" I blurted out before I could stop myself, my breasts still tingling from touching his chest earlier; I didn't really understand my body's reaction to his; I've always been aware of him, but not in this way. "You want me to punish you so bad right?" He asked with a dark tone; I could feel my face getting flushed, so I lowered my gaze. "You can only punish me; it's not like you can kill me." I shrugged and pushed off the ground with my toe, planning to resume swinging, but he yanked me off the swing and dragged me against his body, my feet barely touching the ground. My breath hitched as I looked him in the eyes, our nose almost touching."What are you doing?" I tried to speak, but my voice came out thick with emotion; my whole body was held to his; I was 5'6 to his 6'2, so my body lined with his very hard one."Are you seriously trying to s

It had been many weeks since Connor left for the war, and many weeks since Gracelyn posted the picture that went viral, throwing the Internet in frenzy for weeks after. Less and less people were coming into the dining room, it wasn't hard math, I knew it was because of me, Anne had stopped coming since that evening but I couldn't care less even though there were times I wanted to hide away in the room and just stay there, I didn't. I woke up everyday, bathed, ate but I quickly realized the palace was extremely boring so I created my own fun, I even made proper friends with the maids that were nice to me in the past. I planned, schemed and mapped out the perfect revenge plan, but everyday Connor didn't come back, made it seem like wasted effort.I couldn't even go outside the palace, the media was always lurking outside the walls and it made it hard to seek fun outside. The second day after Connor went to war, I had ordered a high tech phone and opened an anonymous account on social

He kissed my lips roughly, biting them a little too hard. I tried to catch my breath while I clung to him like I was insane. He broke the kiss and lowered his lips to my throat. I gasped, and didn't notice his hand until his fingers outlined the curve of my waist. My mouth went dry, and my body trembled slightly, hot lava pooling between my legs. "Shameless," I whispered under my breath, shameless! Shameless! I opened my eyes, it was all a dream. The golden glow of the sun touched my face, it took a while for my eyes to adjust to the room. "Where am I?" I asked, but I could only ask in my head. I had trouble opening my mouth, and I was suddenly aware of my very tired body. I felt weak, and my bones ached. Am I dead?My eyes flickered around the room, and recognition kicked in, "You're not dead yet?" The familiar deep voice said from the corner of the room, a note of sarcasm in his tone. I couldn't lift my head to look at him or even move my body!*He saw the panic in her eyes