Devil Se Shaadi Novels & Stories

“Adrian… we need to talk,” Deviana’s voice was firm as she stood before Adrian on the quiet apartment terrace. Adrian turned, his eyes locking onto Deviana with a mixture of curiosity and concern. “Deviana… you… what do you mean?” Deviana took a deep breath, her gaze difficult to read. “I… I want you to know something before it’s too late. I’m going to marry Arga.” Adrian froze, his lips pressing together tightly. “What? Are you serious?” His voice was hoarse, a mix of shock and suppressed anger.

The storm howled outside, but inside the world shrank to his hand against her cheek, her tears on his skin, his breath ghosting warm against her lips. She leaned down, kissing him softly. Not the desperate kiss in the rain, not the clash of survival and fear. This one was slower, tender, aching with everything she hadn’t said. Devotion. Relief. A vow she hadn’t realized she’d already made. When she pulled back, his eyes burned—not with fire, but with something quieter, something raw. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. Exhaustion claimed him soon after. The fight bled from his body, his hand slipping from hers, his chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm that slowly steadied into sleep.

He turned, but not before his fingers brushed mine just enough to spark fire. "Tomorrow, we’re husband and wife. I’ll be yours. As much as you are mine.” And then he was gone. “Holy shit,” Amara and Ella emerging from behind the door. “You’ve got it bad.” Butterflies rioted in my stomach. “Shut up.”Damn traitors. “You’re blushing.” “No, I’m not.” Amara flopped dramatically on the bed. I chucked a hairbrush at her head. she ducked. “Admit it. You’ve got a thing for the Devil.”

I announced making all the people inside focus their attention on me. 'What is it, Natasha?' Valerian asked inside my mind. I ignored him. "Okay, everyone," I called. "I am Natasha Fenrir, Valerian's wife." Commotion ignited because of what I just said. Valerian's secretary looked shocked as I have expected. "We didn't know you were married, Mr. Fenrir." "When did the wedding happen?" "Are you married for a long time now?" "How come we only met your wife just now?"

“Don’t talk about him.” She stared at me, confused. “It’s over. He’s married. To someone else.” Scarlett froze. “What? Bella… three years? When did this happen?” Her fear shifted from herself to me. I could see the sympathy in her eyes, and strangely, that hurt more than Raven’s betrayal. I quickly told her everything—the lies, the humiliation, the marriage. When she reached out again, I pulled myself together. “This isn’t about me,” I said firmly. “It’s about you. What are you planning to do? Will you tell your parents about the pregnancy?”

“Now for entertainment news. Famous vlogger, advertiser, and model Mary Anjeanette—also known online as Prettynette and daughter of Senator Cuervo—is now engaged to a non-showbiz business heir, Fabien de Ravelo…” My body went rigid. “…Fabien de Ravelo is the only son of Don Vittorio de Ravelo, chairman of Ravelo Dominion Holdings.” I shook my head violently. No. This had to be some kind of nightmare. But then their photos appeared on the screen—clear, undeniable. The two of them stood side by side, smiling like the perfect couple. That was when it hit me. So that’s why. A bitter feeling settled deep in my chest as I forced myself to look away from the television. So that was the reason he se

"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

You annoy me so much! She squinted her eyes and replied, "I don't know what the hell he did without my permission. You'll see, she will make him have a heart attack because she is so shocked and upset. "You shit!" Davino responded, irritated. The shocked expression on Davino's father's face caused them to glance away from one another. He finds it strange that this wedding couple is using telepathy. Does his son possess superhuman abilities or just a heartfelt way of speaking? In the opinion of Davino's father, Safira and Davino were very odd.

Isabelle was curious. "Traditions are strict here in Deira. A married woman has to produce an offspring during the first three years of her marriage. Inability to do that will make her known as barren. Honestly, I don't think you both can ever get close to the extent where you get intimate. At least, try to make him get in bed with you at times. It is for your sake." "I have to beg him to sleep with me?" She scoffed. "You're unbelievable Captain."

"Woah! Woah! Woah! I'm not that expert in giving any advice. But can I say something?" "Whatever that makes me feel calm right now is okay for me.",she sighed. "Let's see. Actually when someone is about to marry, Devil may whisper mischievous illusion into their dreams, so they would turn away from their loved ones. Making them confused, anxious and uncertain. Making them to doubt the choices they make and the commitment they will go through like marriage. So what I'm trying to say is just leave all the thoughts aside which was whispered by the demon and think about the happiness, the joy, the love, and ofcourse new family you will get. From this you will only feel happier."