Devil's Bride Novels & Stories

"I mean, come on! We usually just sit back and watch the entire world crumble as it burns into ashes, then have fun with all the energy we gain from all the bad deeds. Can we enter the equation afterwards? Save the pretty deity afterwards, you know?" Derrick’s glare was too sharp for Zin to handle. He immediately sat straight and closed his huge mouth before gulping. Just by looking at him, his poor follower knew that he definitely said something really bad. "She’s been through enough, can’t you tell?" The devil shook his head before clearing his throat. "Haven’t you heard what I proposed to her?" I asked her to be my bride." "I really did not understand that idea of yours," he said, wishing

James' fingers curled into a fist, dark veins threatening to rip out, but she was too consumed in Drexton's present to notice. Her parents were seething beneath their breath, and for the first time, she's thanking them. The wedding decorations and excessive media were all in her favor. The world is watching, and that way they'd watch her get claimed by the devil in a suit. The devil has come to get his bride. The bouquet fell from her hands onto the floor. She didn't notice, and crushed them with her heels, taking slow steps towards the man that only her eyes could see at the moment.

"I have been looking for you to congratulate you." Asher sighed and raised his brows. "I am not interested in hearing from you, Flavio. So cut the chase," he said and took a step to walk away from him but Flavio's mocking voice stopped him. "I was shocked to see The Bride of Velenoso. I expected her to be a woman of class but your brother is marrying a mere waitress, who slapped him at my wedding reception. What a great choice for our mighty Velenoso. A waitress…" he laughed taunting him.

Anyone was better than her own father. “Well, does that mean you trust them now since Cara is being married into their family?” “No, I don’t trust them one bit. Especially Damiano. He’s the Devil.” He spat out, and I just gaped at him. “Then what’s the point of her getting married to one of them?!” My arms dropped to my sides. This was ridiculous. “If he’s the so-called Devil, then why do you send Cara into their arms, huh?” My eyes narrowed as my anger came back full-force.

I slipped in with sweaty palms and face,I gasped in shock when I saw the monster seated beside me, glancing through the tinted window. “From now onwards, you're my wife and mate. You're smart enough not to tell your loved ones…they're safe. You can call me the DEVIL!!”. The DEVIL…..and that was how I was married to the devil without my consent.

Saint was about to look away grudgingly when Nicholas's towel lowered itself and then fell to the floor, revealing a tattoo. His gaze snagged on it before he could even stop himself. The tattoo rested low on Nicholas's back, directly above his waist. The design climbed the base of his spine in elegant black lines. Sharp points and sweeping curves intertwined around a narrow central shape that resembled a watchful eye. Thorn-like flourishes stretched outward before curling back in on themselves, giving the impression of something dangerous held barely under control.

he slid his hand down her moving lips as she pleaded to him. Ignoring her pleas and struggle, he started wrapping his hand around her braid," You know there are three things the devil is known for," he stated casually. She listened to him cluelessly with tears running down her eyes. He tugged harshly at her braid, forcing her head to tilt up as she whimpered in pain. "It's Death, Chaos, and Possessiveness," his answer felt like a sheath of ice crusting over her skin. "And you know what happens when a devil gets possessive?" he shot another question nonchalantly.

Then she felt a small pinch at her thighs, she also felt the cold liquid transfusing deep into her body and merging with her blood. No!, No! She felt unbelievably cold, her eyes blurred with tears as her fierce fight turned into light squeaks. "Sylvester" ~ ~ ~ THE BRIDE WAS GONE, hauled from the chapel the way a victorious warrior carried the spoils from war. Danica's wide, horrified gaze met devyn chevon for a split second before swiftly averting, her stomach plummeting. She’d been trembling ever since the doors to the estate where the bride was in flew open and the strange man stood framed in the arched doorway like an avenging devil.

Ariel looked at them in disbelief. “What are you all saying? We are Angels, he is a Devil. We are born enemies. That Zachary of yours, he is putting all this charade for revenge. Have you ever heard of such a story before? A Devil marrying an Angel out of love? No, right? That Devil Prince is just attracted to Diana. He even threatened us to marry her. Can’t you see? Can’t you all see this? Or you are deliberately ignoring it and turning a blind eye? You are putting your sister’s life in danger, Arthur. Why can’t you see this?“, she spoke with exasperation feeling helpless to make them understand. Arthur huffed in frustration.