Devil Wife Novels & Stories

"You think you're his mate? do you realize how pathetic you really are going after mated males, trying to hide the truth of the fact that no one wants you, so you'd rather become a homewrecker to not face the reality of the fact that you'll always be alone? You're not his mate, you don't have a mate for that matter, you're here only because you're an easy lay, and you'll spread your legs all the way from the north to the south pole just to get power off Dante, and maybe- just maybe fill that hole in your heart that'll never be filled," Venus spat out, her emotions veering crazily from fake sympathy to pure evil. "from the looks of it you clearly had mommy issues, not getting enough attention

, she greeted. "It's nice meeting you too Melissa. I'm Eleanor", I greeted back. "I'll take you to your hotel Eleanor", she smiled. "Sure...let's wait till my friends join us", I looked back at our room. Our room. It feels nice right. Suddenly the door opened and the devil came fast towards me. No..no.. "You played really unfair my girlfriend", he smirked. "I'm not the type to play by rules my boyfriend", really Eleanor do you want to die. My inner voice shouted.

His hands moved across my body caressing my breasts, waist, and thighs… There was something terrifying in his gaze, he looked like a devil who was trying to devour me. He acted feverishly, without any gentleness, but I shamelessly submitted to whatever he wanted to do with me giving back his caressing and kisses. He forcefully torn the top of my dress along the neckline revealing my naked chest and began fondling and squeezing my breasts. Then he slid lower and started playing around my chest with his tongue, and gently biting my nipples. At the same time his hands went down my thighs ripping off my underwear. Then he started to stroke my inner thighs reaching deep inside me with his fingers

While feeling annoyed at this fact, I couldn't help but scoff to myself in disdain when I thought that only Valeria would believe that she and Chris were nothing more than 'best friends'! But it was better that she never thought of him that way, wasn't it? Because if she did, then it would never be my turn... Besides, she was married to none other than that Mr Devil. He was someone Chris wouldn't ever be able to compete with, because despite being decrepit, wrinkly, old and ugly, the man was infamously powerful.

I need to get my revenge for her. Mother knew the truth. She had been the one to tell me that demons could not have children with anyone except their fated mate or a blood bride. I had accepted that. I had accepted that I would never have a child, never have a mate, never have the life that was meant for me. I had accepted that Rhea was gone.

it was like the devil himself confessing his acts. I’m indeed the Devil’s Bride. The kind of devil that you’re so comfortable with, before you even realize. The kind that makes your pussy drip, even when you’re angry. “ Megan, just in case my father asks, he shouldn’t know that I told you this or what happens to any of my ex-wives. Okay baby? I need you now like never before. I just thought of letting you know because it just happened suddenly…”

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

Lucy answered, eyes on the ceiling. "I don't get." Maris blinked rapidly at Lucy, feeling dirtier than a gutter. "A demon feeds by having sex with me?" "Yeah, like Incubus. But this one isn't an Incubus, it's what the devil needs to complete his ritual to rule the Earth and Hades." "So it's the devil's entity that everyone has been haunting me for?" Maris questioned and Lucy nodded. Abruptly, the door creaked open and Maris jerked, crawling away from the bars and stopped just beside Lucy.