Devils Bride Romane & Geschichten

I got dragged into the Ghost Bride dungeon and ended up with a completely useless Devotion System. At first, I planned to stick close to the experienced players and let them carry me. Instead, they tossed me straight to the ghosts. Right then, the Devotion System issued a mission: [Please choose a target to pursue. Failure to do so will result in immediate elimination.] With no other choice, I lunged forward and wrapped my arms around the blood-covered ghost bride. Crying at the top of my lungs, I shouted, "Dear, why did it take you so long to get here? I've been searching everywhere for you!"

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

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. She gripped her bridesmaid bouquet tighter, even as relief whispered through her. She’d done it. Done what she had always wanted! But staring at devyn, she couldn't help but cower back as a result of the chills and aura emitting from his whole being. Not that Devyn chevon, the Son of the retired mafia king, would be happy at that moment because she could tell that he was angry, at her because he couldn't stop glaring hard at her. Of course, she knew what she did and she never regretted it.

I snapped the folder shut and shoved it back at him. “Perfect. Let’s be messy together.” He passed me a pen. I signed. So did he. Just like that, I was fake-married to a man who couldn’t stand the sight of me—but needed me close enough to lie through his teeth. ⸻ Susan opened her door wearing a pineapple-print bonnet and holding a bowl of cereal like it was a trophy. “Wow,” she said, eyes wide. “You look like someone who just made a deal with the devil.”

But all I could feel was the weight of the ring on my finger and the man standing beside me. Zayden tucked my hand into the crook of his arm and turned us toward the aisle. "Smile," he whispered against my ear. "You're a bride. This is your day.” I lifted my chin and pressed my lips into something that might have been a smile. Then I walked back down the aisle on his arm. Because this is who I was now — The devil’s bride.

Whether it was the brushes touching my eyes or the fact that I was getting married today. Today was my wedding. The day my family would finally be safe. The day I would finally feel safe. The day my name would change from Natasha Whitmore to Natasha Castillo. The day I would marry the devil himself. He was many things, but a devil? I wasn’t sure. Many believed he killed his parents, which was why he was referred to as the devil. Others said it was because of the people he was connected to. But he didn’t look like someone who’d do those things.

My train of thoughts soon drowns him out until Dante’s voice jolts through me. “Skip to the end,” he orders the priest. It’s only been five minutes. Shock ripples through the crowd, people murmur. The priest is clearly taken aback, but he knows better than to argue. “To the vows?” “To whatever the fuck is the important part.” My face pales and I swallow hard. The priest speaks again. “Do you, Clarissa Hale, take Dante Romano as your lawfully wedded husband?” A lump claws its rapid way up my throat, making it hard for me to get the words out. That name isn’t mine. My gaze sweeps across the crowd and finds Mum and Dad standing among the sea of people.

“How audacious of you, Dave! You served me divorce papers after betraying me all over again, and yet you have the guts to feel like your opinion of feelings matters to me anymore? How dare you?” Dave stepped closer. “No, how dare you? I forbid it! You can get married to anyone but him! Do you even know who you’re getting married to? Aren’t you aware of his nickname?? He’s nicknamed ‘Devil’ for a reason. He's the Devil's own incarnate, so for your own sake, don’t do something stupid and ridiculous.” He paused for a moment. “If you still respect me a little, you’ll listen to me.”