Devil's Bride Novels & Stories

He arched his brows as if confirming whether I know or not what I'm entering myself into. I brought my face closer to his close enough that one move and our lips will kiss, "Yes, the devil for the world is mine to keep," and it was sealed. He was mine. Victor Amuso belongs to Olivia Vitalio.

If he had saved me yesterday, I wondered what would have happened to me. “Angel? Trust me, I am no Angel but rather the Devil himself. And with the Devil, always comes a price for every help.” The Stranger said in a chilly voice that made fear strike into my heart. There is something about this man that makes me feel that he is far more dangerous than Mr Agabus. “What do you want?.” I asked him in a calm voice. “To be my wife!..” I heard him say. Although I am not sure if I heard right.

Still, Yara didn't cry. "I see, huh?" Damian whispered between kisses, his tone low and dangerous. "You think by being this strong, you can beat me? No one can fight Damian Devatra. Not even you." Yara let out a short breath, the blood on her lips starting to flow faster, but she looked at Damian with hateful eyes. "You will not win, Damian. Hurting me like this only shows how weak you are. A real man doesn't need to torture to feel powerful."

they both breathed out together while looking at their happy family. “GRANNY…. GRANDPA….COME HERE,” Azura shouted to call her grandparents. She and Ainza ran towards them. Grasping their hands, both the little kids dragged their grandparents in the rain, and there they all felt their completion. The completion of love, happiness, serenity, and…The completion of The Forced Bride Of The Devil Alvaro.

The Bride smiled and said, “Just one more, Camela. Take one more picture, and you’ll understand.” The camera turned on by itself, now focusing on both Camela and Vincent. Vincent grew anxious. “Don’t do it. Whatever happens…just don’t.” The Bride stepped in between them and the man. “If you smile in this photo, you’ll never feel pain again.” Camela squinted her eyes. “What happens if I don’t?” she asked. The man replied, “Then the Devil gets to choose who sits in your place.” The Bride reached for the camera button.

Each person controls a world leader, running the underworld and carefully maintaining the balance needed in such a world filled with human greed, death and destruction— willingly ready to be seen as the devils. Zayn Hellfire was not a Devil. He was Hell itself. “Tea, Don?” Giana places the cup in front of me, her milky gray eyes staring at me even though many cannot do the same. For she is blind. I don’t bother to give a response but she doesn’t wait for one as she places the cup and saucer down on the table. It’s Darjeeling tea, one of Eve’s favorites, but now I am no longer sure if she ever liked it.

I picked it up with trembling fingers and read. > "There's something I want you to know," the text began. "Cillian is a devil. I saw the video trending online and I know you feel like you have no one. I'm calling because I care—really care. He’s trying to get into your head to break us apart. Don’t let him succeed." >

Catori subconsciously tried to hide her body with her hands, but Rydstorm moved them. ''There is no need to be shy with me.'' He forced his words out. He licked his lips, still staring down at her. Before she could say anything, he was pressing his thumb against her clitoris. Catori cried out, feeling conflicted because she wanted to move away and wanted more at the same time. ''Does my bride like that?'' Rydstrom's voice rasped as he began to circle her pearl, receiving more cries from her. Catori was squirming a lot, twisting her body and trying to close her legs.

The doors burst open and all of a sudden, the luxurious bedroom I was in was alive with people – stylists, tailors, jewelers – a loud army descending upon me. I had just woken from what I wished was a dream, but reality was far crueler. I was divorced, disgraced… and now someone’s bride. A devil’s bride. And although the countdown to my inevitable wedding is in 2 days, Arlo wants to make sure that the wedding is grander than even the royal wedding of the king and queen of England with all these preparations.

“Take that bastard child with you!” I screamed as the ground split open beneath me, the heat dragging me down like hell itself. Fire no it was lava, the Devile as pulling me onto his coven “NO-!” I jolted awake, gasping. The doctor stared at me, frozen, syringe still in his hand. “Hold her down!” he shouted. A nurse reached for me, but I slapped her hand away. “Don’t touch me! Are you trying to kill me?” I screamed.