Married To The Devil Novels & Stories

“If I cure you, you will become my wife, and stay here with me, forever.” My whole body froze, and I became petrified. Why did it surprise me so much? He was the devil king, a ruthless leader. I should have known that he would not cure me for free. But getting married to him was out of the question. Getting married meant that I would be tied to him, and this clan filled with a bunch of rogue wolves. I had heard of the devil king once. He and some others were banished from a pack, because of their immoral acts in the pack. They would often pry on the weak, eating them all up.

Mirabella’s Pov The moment I was informed about this marriage and whom I'll be marrying, I knew there and then what and whom I'd be signing my life off to; The fucking devil. But the naive part of my heart thought that perhaps this devil will somehow show a great deal of restraint when dealing with me but that is very far from the truth and my reality. Just less than twenty four hours of being married to this maniac of a man, he has already attempted taking my life and cheated on me right under our roof.

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.

How can your life change in a matter of seconds? So, under his menacing and fierce gaze, I stamp my name on the paper. I just signed my death warrant. "Congratulations, Mrs. Frost, you are now the Devil's wife and your ordeal begins today. You will also not communicate with anyone unless I decide." "They'll look for me," I allude.

They are long years of which I endure being molested, raped, and beaten by a man of extreme beauty, bright eyes that guard a demon, making declarations about a non-existent love, a man who was able to buy our marriage, like someone going to a supermarket doing the day's shopping, demanding to have his acquisition even before coming of age, his fixation mixed with an obsession with me completely sick he is someone sick, soulless who feeds hatred every day, turning me into someone as sick as he is. Not even at the age of sixteen, during the honeymoon, did I manage to delude myself more, as I discovered that I had married the devil himself. And it's those memories that consume what's left of th

“Tonight you’ll stay in this white wedding dress. You’ll keep the veil if I want. And I’m going to spend hours exploring every inch of this untouched body… tasting this sweet virgin cunt until you’re begging me to take what’s mine.” He leaned in, lips brushing my ear once more. “And when I finally decide you’ve earned it… I’m going to stretch this tight little pussy open with my cock and fill you with so much cum you’ll still be leaking me tomorrow.” The limo continued gliding through the night. I sat on my new husband’s lap — wedding dress ruined, pussy still fluttering from the most intense orgasm of my life, already aching for more. I was married to the devil

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