Devils Bride Novels & Stories

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

In as much as she really wanted to avenge her father’s death, she still wished she could go back in time, when she didn’t know Eric was a bad person, and also when she didn’t know about this dark world. She scanned the perimeter, men at the entrances, eyes never leaving the crowd, others tucked behind pillars and trees, silent but ready. Each of them was a reminder that this wasn’t a celebration, it was a battlefield draped in silk. She adjusted her sundress, her fingers brushing the fabric nervously. And then the awaited time came. “Does anyone present here has reasons why this couple shouldn’t be joined in holy matrimony? Speak now or forever hold your peace.” At that moment, the bride and

Everyone crouched down at the sound of the gunshots, Tedd hid his wife to be behind him when he took note of the devil standing in the middle of the hall, with a gun in his hand and a look of anger plastered on his face. "I Object!" The demon aka Tyler Bresfort's voice, echoed around the silent hall. "This wedding is so not happening." ________ Tyler's pov The hall was so silent that even if you drop a pin, it'd echo. I could see fear in the eyes of every single soul in that hall. It wouldn't cause them anything to call the cops on me, but guess what? No one wanted to be a Hero- "What do you want?" Said the husband of the bitch of a bride.

Now this marriage was not even given a chance to start. As for the bride, why did she decide to cheat? It did not make sense. It was not wise to give the devil any room to nail you down. He sighed again. The devil was a roaring lion, seeking whom to devour. You cannot just give the devil any chance to come in, and that’s what the bride had done. She had invited the devil to spoil her relationship by cheating. “You will have to address the guests.” He finally said to Michael. “It behooves on you as the groom.”

Below the photograph, the headline read: > THE DEVIL’S BRIDE: LUCIAN DIMITRI CONFIRMS ENGAGEMENT TO MYSTERIOUS BEAUTY IRENE DAVIS. > I scrolled down with a trembling thumb, reading snippets of the article beneath. Who is Irene Davis? Billionaire Titan Off the Market. Exclusive Details on the Secret Romance That Shook the Financial District.

Bree stepped over and embraced her. "It's nice to see you, girl. How's Tennessee State?" Bree asked. "Ugh. Let's just say… D is for diploma." She took another drink of her beer. "Oh, Bree. This is my boyfriend--Devon Stahl. Devon, this is Bree. I know she's beautiful but hands off!" "Please, babe. You know I only have eyes for you." Devon, who had to be at least six foot five, unfolded himself from the couch and wrapped his arms around Bree. "How's it goin'?"

she said looking attentive. "Well before, wolf kidnap witches and mate with them and when they give birth, they offer the baby but I think the witches noticed and put a curse on them so, any hybrid dies immediately it's being born but I guess I didn't because my parents where mates which almost never happens. And now, my mate is a vampire which I read always happens to a hybrid" "Why?" "Well so they can have a tribid" I said calmly. "A what?" "Tribid a baby who is half vampire, wolf and witch it has never happened because no hybrid has survived passed birth it's just a myth" I did believe it tho since I'm mated to a vampire.

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

“My bride died because of her. So now… Fyr Cloud will take her place.” “From today onwards,” he announced loudly, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. “She is not just my prisoner. She is my new Bride.” “And she will live wearing the face, the clothes, and the life of the woman she killed… forever.” I froze. The world seemed to stop spinning. His bride? He wasn’t going to kill me. He wasn’t going to let me go. He was going to force me to become her. To live as his wife, trapped in the shadow of a dead woman, belonging to a devil who would never let me forget what I had done.

Barbara Storm hardly let an outsider enter in her good books and looking at the current situation, Valentina has definitely erased her name from that list. In fact, she was never in her good books. My grandmother only tolerate them because my father requested her to respect and trust his decision of choosing Valentina as my bride. Valentina hangs her head low in embarrassment. "I promise you, Mrs. Storm that it would never happen again. I'd prove myself a dutiful wife and an ideal daughter in law for the family." She says in a low voice and I cam bet all my money on the hollowness of her promises. She's only faking it to save her ass from getting kicked out of my house.