A Forced Contract Marriage With The Devil Novels & Stories

he pressed, his tone a mix of urgency and disbelief. "I am simply saying that it is more of a two-way contract than a curse just inflicted," the devil explained, its words lingering in the shadows. The revelation cast a dark shadow over their understanding of Violet's affliction. "Either your friend ends the contract herself or... you kill your friend to end her misery." "A contract?" The word echoed through the chamber, a chilling realization settling over Ken and Emilia. The air seemed charged with an otherworldly tension as the implications of their quest took an unforeseen turn.

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha

she defiantly said Nicholas opened his mouth to say something but he was temporarily dumbstruck. "Pamela... Nicholas is the Devil and you know what Devil does. They don't get married, they don't know about the vows taken in marriage. He will only kill or better still torture our daughter. He can't marry her....p...pls don't let her marry him" His forehead was puckered as he said lowly as his hands were trembling behind his back.

With rough hair and that body, she picked the second altar candle and faced the Priest who's still standing there like the guard of hell. She raised the candle, making sure it shone on her body, all-round. "Am I qualified to dance with the devil, Father?" Tobias scent invaded her nostrils when he crossed to her on that altar without answering her. His fingers latched onto the fragile thongs on her waist, and he gave it a brutal pull which made the rope enter her clit, dragging over her folds and making her desperate lips part without a sound. He dragged off the rope-like bra too, then he picked another candle and set fire on the two, dropping them on the floor to burn away.

Intense blue eyes drilling into my gray ones. He whispers against my lips "And every night I want you ready for me. Because that sweet flesh between your legs is mine. And I will have you." I chocked on my breath. "Do we have a deal?" My freedom for my body? Oh well. He is my husband anyway. It would have been unavoidable. "Yes. Deal" I swallow as we shake hands. He releases me and I stand to my feet. As he walks away, I can't help but feel I just made a deal with the devil. ***

How can your life change in a matter of seconds? So, under his menacing and fierce gaze, I stamp my name on the paper. I just signed my death warrant. "Congratulations, Mrs. Frost, you are now the Devil's wife and your ordeal begins today. You will also not communicate with anyone unless I decide." "They'll look for me," I allude.

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

He smiled, his dark intentions spreading like a wildfire across every corner of his face. “I have a better idea.” His thumb brushed away my tears. The touch alone sent jolts of electricity coursing through me and made me shudder slightly. “How would you like to be my wife?” The air shifted. The room spun. Nothing made sense. “What?” He smiled again. Sharp. Beautiful. It terrified me. “A contract marriage. You help me solve a problem, and this…” He gestured at the dead man. “Never happened.” Marriage. To him. To my boss. To the devil himself.

The timer on the screen read: 23:47. Claire’s muffled scream echoed through the speakers as the blade pressed closer, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena’s world narrowed to that single image. The man who had just killed for her, who had confessed his year-long obsession, now stood at her side as the real cost of their twisted union stared back at them in high definition. The devil’s contract had just claimed its first true casualty, and the night was far from over.

Whether it was the brushes touching my eyes or the fact that I was getting married today. Today was my wedding. The day my family would finally be safe. The day I would finally feel safe. The day my name would change from Natasha Whitmore to Natasha Castillo. The day I would marry the devil himself. He was many things, but a devil? I wasn’t sure. Many believed he killed his parents, which was why he was referred to as the devil. Others said it was because of the people he was connected to. But he didn’t look like someone who’d do those things.