Married To The Devil Novels & Stories

My eyes traveled with them. I clapped my palm over my lips to stop muffle the sob that was threatening to break out when I saw the poster that indicated a traditional wedding between the devil himself and some well known chic, standing high and wide by the open entrance of the main building. Yet again, I could not believe my eyes. I was in wonder as to how a human being could be so cruel and unfeeling! He was here getting married while my sister laid in a hospital bed, unconscious and thoroughly assaulted by this demon and his partners.

He tells everyone that he is beyond happy that he met me and that from now on I am only his, and that we will all live together in peace, as he will not allow anyone or anything to harm us. We all clink our glasses and drink the champagne. Anna looks at me suspiciously and gives me a sign to go somewhere private with her. We go outside, where she asks me what the hell is going on, how could I be with the actual devil. I explain to her that he is not like everyone thinks of him, that he is loving and sweet with me, and that I will be his wife. Anna tells me that she will not allow me to marry the devil, that I have become insane.

he said “What? There is no way I am having sex with the devil” she said – she had once wished for it considering how handsome he was “Am I not handsome enough?” he said “I don’t care about your looks” she tried to act irritated even though she wanted it “Do you have to lie” he said “I’m a married woman” she said and he laughed “You are a widow” he reminded her “And I am the only one who can bring back your husband from hell” he said

The world came to a standstill when our lips touched. "Isabella Pari Morretti. I like the sound of that." His words mirrored my words from four years ago. He was surprisingly gentle with the kiss, tugging at my bottom lip a little before letting go. He was grooming me for my days in hell. The Congregation jumped in happiness, cheering loudly. It was official. I was married to the Devil now and no one could save me. As we walked away from the altar, I looked at my parents. While my dad sighed in relief that I didn't ruin his deal, my mother covered her face to hide her tears.

I wasn’t marrying a prince. I was marrying the devil.

Not even a mark. My hand flew to my neck. No bruises. No ache from Clara’s garrote. I let go of his throat like it burned me, stumbling back, fingers tangled in my hair. “This isn’t real,” I whispered. Devon pushed off the wall, closing the distance again. He caught my wrists, gently pulling my hands down. “This is my world,” he said softly. “I can’t explain the details. Not yet. But I made it for us.” He cupped my face. “We’re married now. Mated. Bonded. Isn’t that what you always wanted?”

I hated how I found myself waiting for the next accidental moment, even while part of me still feared him. I eventually went back to my room and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The devil I married was becoming harder and harder to understand. Cold commands at dinner, but deliberate touches under the table. Icy silence, but eyes that lingered too long. I didn’t know which version of him was more dangerous, the cruel one or the one who couldn’t seem to stop touching me. Lucian’s Pov

From the stories, the rumors or the whispers. Even the legends clearly state and mention that great name that had traveled far beyond its homeland and now the owner of that name stood directly before them and they are not even on his good books. The Devil incarnated in the body of a young dangerous son of the Don of the Ndrangheta clan, the harbinger of death whose tale precedes him was the very person in their presence now. “The devil” “He is the harbinger of death oh no why did I come on this mission today?”

She said rolling her eyes as she stood up dusting invisible dirt from her clothes. "Now Sapphire, there are some rules that must be followed why we're still married". She nodded her head as I'm about to list them for her because I don't want to get attracted because after a year I will be the first Clemente that going to ask for a divorce. " Number one, our marriage is not supposed to be publicly known". "Number two, We should not expect anything from each other". " Number three, We're free to have extra-marital affairs". "Number four, We pretend as if we're in love just in front of our families".