Married To The Devil Novels & Stories

"You’ll never be her." The words resounded in my head like a curse, slicing deeper with every repetition. I wasn’t sure if it was the wind that made me shiver or the truth that had finally sunk in. My fingers trembled as I pushed through the mansion’s heavy doors, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. David was still at the graveyard, kneeling and still grieving. But not for me. “Why would he?” The demon in my head talked again. “You guys literally just met, and you know the marriage was just to save yourself.”

“I’m afraid you can’t know what it’s about. As for who the problem is, it’s neither of you. I just believe that you’re vulnerable and susceptible to some things that you might not like when you start to live with Damien as his wife.” I found it comical that she was telling me that after I had gotten married to Damien. There was also an urge to ask her if she had said the same thing to Katarina, her friend. Instead, I turned around and walked away. “There’s really nothing we can do about it now,” I muttered under my breath, hoping that she heard me. I didn’t believe that something bad would happen to me or I would regret my decision, mainly because the marriage was based on a contract and I w

He said grimly, thoughts forming on various methods he was going to use to interrogate, it really has been so long. Serena had never seen this side of Damon before, granted she barely knew him and they had gotten married but she felt like she was finally seeing the man they referred to as “the devil”. The one enemies trembled in fear whenever he passed, the one whose name should not be uttered in broad day light. She had made her research after her marriage to him, wanting to know what kind of person she had been bound to forever seeing that divorce was not in the dictionary of the mafia family and what she had seen had left her in abject shock, he indeed was the devil. She wondered how she

“Oh..” “After this, what did you expect? I cannot go out in public like that.” He said. “And what is it?” “Hmm.. I know you are the Devil. But.. if my sister marries you, what is going to happen?” He turned to her and raised his eyebrows. “Quite late to ask that, don't you think?” “Please, answer me.” “She will be my wife. A duchess And soon, the Queen.” “So.. she won’t be harmed, right? She will have a good life by your side.” She gulped. “When you proposed the deal, I was so worried she would be suffering again by being poor and an orphan, that I forgot your nature.”

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

A legally binding marriage lasting eighteen months. We would live together, attend public events as a couple, no outside relationships during the duration of the agreement. I frowned at that line. “No outside romantic entanglements,” I read aloud. “That applies to both of us?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because the arrangement needs to look real.” I lowered the paper slowly. “You’re a billionaire, you could hire an actress for this. Hell, you could probably find an actual woman willing to marry you for free. Why me?”

“And with my own hands, I divorced her... only to marry a devil.” He looked straight at me. Through me. “A devil who gave me another man’s child to raise!!” “Fuck!” he screamed again, as though the word itself might cleanse his soul.

“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.”

I would not imagine being in an environment where I am befriended by the devils and if I would have attempted to imagine then it would be more terrifying. Unknowingly the true love of my life Imani; I call her my black beauty had been used to staying and living with the devil characters. He knew their does and donts and it was now about five years since he got married in a shadow wedding. I had missed everything on her. Not the kisses, not the tight hugs, and even our intimacy.

He said in a dark voice and I shrank under his gaze but still, I nodded my head firmly. “Marry me then,” The devil said and I felt stunned. Marriage as a punishment? I blinked, confused, staring at his face but he looked damn serious about it. My throat was dry and with utter difficulty, I was able to say only one word. “Okay,” The devil’s eyes lit up when I said it and before I could think or do something he consumed my mouth, F**k, I wasn’t really up for it but I couldn’t push him either. He sucked my lips until it got numb and then very gently slid his tongue inside, I was disgusted by myself because I had been very dirty but the way he was devouring my mouth, it didn’t show any hint of d