Novel & Cerita Demon's Bride

"And? How do you even know it's a she?" Damien’s face immediately looks like he was about to burst a blood vessel, clutching his chest dramatically. To anyone else, he looks like he belongs on a runway rather than dealing with me, but as much as he enjoyed dressing up and looking pretty, he didn’t trust me to be on my own. I didn't trust myself either. "Because, my darling," Damien begins, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Any being buying a million dollars’ worth of Gucci and Prada in a second has to have a vagina. A demon even.”

When we reached the altar, I turned to face the pack elder officiating the ceremony. He cleared his throat and began. “Brothers and sisters of the pack, we are gathered here under the light of the full moon to witness the sacred mating bond between Lyra Dominic and Adrian Massimo. The mate bond is blessed by the Moon Goddess herself, not to be entered into lightly, but with reverence and eternal commitment…” He droned on about loyalty and the sanctity of the mate bond and forever. Words that meant nothing coming from a man who had no idea what was really happening.

Micah looked rather bored at the woman who was shaking his ass in front of him and Samael eyed the knives in the hands of his woman with interest. My eyes landed on Adrian as last. Briva had taken her top off. I swallowed thickly. Her breasts were pressed against Adrian's chest and I gripped the item in my hands tighter. "Well, it's a good way to seize the competition. See what they're made off. This Briva girl, she seems submissive. Demons tend to like that." Dagon whispered. I eyed the girl on Adrian's lap who was in the process of touching his chest with her hands. Adrian had his hands on the armrests of the throne and luckily didn't touch her.

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

At Least not now. I wasted no time making her unconscious. Once she slept. I called to the spirit of one of the demons, who died a long time ago. All the Demons had the power to play with the mind and memories, some of them could wipe them and some of them alter with the memories. These powers are applicable to every creature except the demon itself. The demon whom I called had the power to wipe the memories. . "Prince Cade," he bowed his head and looked at Annie. "Is she the princess and the future queen?", He asked and I nodded. Thankfully by that time, I had made her wear her clothes. No one had the right to see my bride in that state except me.

"Cameras love a nervous bride." We reached the altar. The officiant opened his book. Two hundred guests fell silent at once, and I could hear my own pulse in my ears louder than anything else in that room. "Damon Wrexley", the officiant said, "will you have this woman to be your wedded wife, to live together in the holy bond of marriage?" Damon's eyes found mine. Something flickered there, cold and final, and his lips parted. "I don't." The room held its breath with me.

She closed her eyes, moving on to another page of her life while wishing the soul of Orpha to settle well in Heaven where she belongs. Inside her room, Leon entered as though it was his own. He began to fix his gloves over his hand, “Demonic marriage is a marriage between demon and witch. Although it’s beautifully called as marriage, in fact is just another way to submit a demon into the beck and call of a witch.” “So you mean a summon?” Belle asked, wondering if it was the same as what she had done with him.

To the sound of old bagpipes and violins playing by themselves without musicians, the sorceresses danced ardently and drank brew infused with belladonna and poisonous mushrooms. - The labeled one has arrived! a raspy voice called out as Melissa approached. - Look, labeled! repeated the same voice. "The Demon's Bride!" - laughed an ugly old woman with a huge nose, sipping a drink from a horse's hoof. “The bride of the demon,” said the others.

The Royal Officiator wiped the sweat that had formed over his brows in a nervous and grim manner. “Now,” the Royal Officiator said, “the real ritual is about to begin. Starting this moment, you will truly become the bride of the Demon King. If you both concur, let this agreement be sealed with your kiss!” My body shuddered in a mixture of fright and excitement, but my heart was at peace as my groom, and now my husband and my Lord – the would-be Demon King – pulled my waist closer to his body and planted his soft lips against mine in an apparent kiss of eternal union and death.

The humans, eyes shut, scammed under the table for safety, hands clapped against their ears as the demon’s roar reverberated off the walls. “I WILL MAKE YOU PAY!” he roared, the guards trembling at his feet, fearing the worst is yet to come. Soon, the roaring ceased.. “Please, let's feast. I shall take a new bride here and now.” A sick smile crawled up his face as he scanned the hall, at the humans slowly crawling out of the table like cockroaches. His eyes rested on the young lovely face hiding behind her mother. “Bring her to me.” “No please No..” Leah screamed.