Devil Is Beating His Wife Novels & Stories

"I don't know how long you'd need to come around, but when you do, come find me. And in the meantime, you are still my wife." He tugged her to him and kissed her roughly. Janice broke the kiss and shoved him. "What the heck?!" "That is to show I have every right over you. I own you and your damned body." "You don't!" Janice yelled. She didn't care if her voice was loud enough to wake her son, Jules was beginning to act like a prick and the jerk he once was before. "I f**king do, Janice Marie Forrest and don't dare defy me!"

I kiss her hand as I smiled up to her to get her to smile as well. “Mr. Demogorgon, I’m glad that you have return because we need to talk about this situation between you and this woman you brought home with you.” I stopped and glared at him to show him that he went too far. “This woman? This woman is Adira Demogorgon, and my wife. You’ll show her respect, or you’ll deal with me.” “I’m sorry Mr. Demogorgon, but I do need to speak to you alone for the moment.”

I whisper to the mirror as if he is standing behind me, "If you are a real man like I thought you were, you will stop pestering my dream and confront me in real life. Come directly to me, let me prove to you what kind of devil you gave birth to." The image of him wailing and thrashing in the seat I tied him to as I emptied a gallon of gasoline over his head, comes to dance in the mirror of my thoughts. And sinisterly enough, I laugh darkly, wishing it can be made into a movie that I can watch when I'm bored. "Please, Mara," I remember him calling my name as I slowly played with the flame of the lighter, "Don't set Papa on fire." And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever trul

And as a devil that they coined to, he has to be emotionless, like having nothing to oppossed on just a simple agreement. Not that that the world will gonna mad and throw him somewhere in the slump if he follow her parents decisions, he have nothing to lose beside the freedom to wander freely in the town. He saw how a husband in the town, even in power have to be careful to walk with just anyone but their wife. The thought of it give chills all over his body, how can he walk with someone, anyway?

He snatched her up and launched into a tirade. "Natalie! I can't believe how vicious you are. Tell me, how did you coerce Ashley? What did you threaten her with to make her abandon her own wedding and kneel to you?" Sixteen years of marriage flashed through my mind—arguments and reconciliations, bitter fights and sweet days. But never before had I felt such disgust for him. It really seemed love could vanish in an instant. I met his fury with a cold smile. "I didn't force her. Now take your precious wife and get out of my hospital room."

"But because I want you to attend the wedding tomorrow. I want you to watch as I make Elodie my Luna in front of the whole Kingdom. And I want you to live the rest of your life remembering this..." "Never you under any circumstances touch my wife. If I see you as little as breathing where she is..." A devilish grin drew up his lips, and his eyes darkened, sending horror through my spine. "I won't spare you the second time. Do you understand?" This man... This man is fucking lunatic! He's an animal! A monster, a devil! Elodie does not know what she is getting herself into. She doesn't know the devil she is tying her life with!

"Tonight... I'm not your husband. I'm the man you betrayed." I kissed her then, without restraint, and she stifled a moan that threatened to escape her lips. "You should be scared," I whispered, brushing my fingertips along her spine, slow and teasing, then down over the swell of her ass. My palm lingered, gripping one cheek possessively. "Because you've just given yourself to the devil." I leaned down, my mouth brushing her ear. "And the devil? He doesn’t believe in mercy."

I rushed to her side and held her arm tightly. “This is my husband,” I said quickly. “I’m so sorry.” Her eyes widened as she looked at Valentino. “Oh,” she murmured. “So this is your husband. You never told me he was this powerful. You never told me he was the devil of Milan.” My breath stuttered. She recognized him? “The devil of Milan?” Julius gasped weakly from where he was being held on the freezing ground. Valentino smirked faintly. “Oh, old woman, you recognize me. I’m impressed.”

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”

“Then we can solve this issue with divorce. I will no longer be your wife.” I noticed the twitch in his jaw. His eyes now scream only storm ready to destroy everything like before.