Married To The Devil Novels & Stories

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

"The man you just married is the leader of a crime organization that is not a part of the code of the mafia. They kill and destroy as they wish. He's worse than Sergio. Far worse." My blood ran cold. "Wh-what?" "Didn't he tell you who he is?" "Luca Vallario, that's what he told me." She nodded, voice shaky with terror, "Yes, but to the rest of the world, he's known as Lucifero." Oh God. What had I done? "The man you married isn't just a monster; he's the Devil himself."

“It would give you a position of power the Thornes could never touch. A name that would force them to open every door they’ve locked against you.” I shoved the tablet back at her as if it had burned my hands. “No. Absolutely not. Have you lost your mind? You want me to marry a stranger? A man they call the devil?” “I want you to win!” she shot back, her own temper flaring. “What’s your plan, Evie? To manage other people’s money forever? To just be… better than you were? He needs a wife. You need a weapon. It’s a transaction.” “It’s selling myself!”

Sat me down at the table and brushed my wet hair slowly, and I walked her through every clause of the contract while she listened without once interrupting, which told me how seriously she was taking it. When I finished, she was quiet for a moment. "You married a devil," she said. Her voice had dropped but the fire was still in it. "But maybe devils know exactly which people to burn." She squeezed my shoulder once, hard, the way she had since we were kids. Outside the windows the light was starting to fade. "The stylist team will be here soon," I said. "Dominic arranged it." She looked at me. Something moved across her face, quick and complicated.

"Now you want to walk away?" I kept moving."Or are you ashamed of yourself?" she continued. That made me stop, slowly, I turned around. The woman crossed her arms."Now that you're about to marry another man from your first husband's family, have you finally realized how shameless you are?" I blinked in confusion what was she talking about? The only man I had ever married was Alessandro. And he was also the only man I wanted to marry,I couldn't understand her words. Maybe she had mistaken me for someone else, before I could respond, another woman joined her."Look who we have here," the newcomer said with a mocking smile.

They've just signed the marriage contract and Kathleen's stomach quivered as they came out of the magistrate office, she glanced at her husband, the only thing she knew about the man she had married was his name, Derek Deloux, her husband, her heart pounded as the reality of what she has just done hit her, she had sought shelter from him, what if he turned out to be worst than Dave, well, she can handle it, there was nothing like emotions attached to this marriage, it was simply marriage by name alone, she would have nothing to regret.

he said, placing my legs on his shoulders. “My husband is not a devil…” “Buttering won’t help you get rid of me so easily,” he sang. “I am not buttering. My husband is not a devil, my husband is an angel who knows how to fuck like a devil,” I said, holding back my smile. He chuckled, cocking his brows as he bit his lower lip. “There are a lot more devilish characters inside me. It’s just that I love you so much that I show them angelically.”

I took a deep breath as he once again approached me. "Congressman Del Martin is the reason why our company is failing. He fucking did it on purpose! He trapped me in a situation where marrying you was the only option! And now you're asking for an annulment? Fucking no! We'll suffer together, Symphony! I won't let you get out of this hell!" I knew it. Papa was really doing something to their family. Four years ago, when we went to their house to talk about marriage and my father got insulted by his family, I knew that Papa wouldn't let it slide. He wouldn't be at peace until he got what he wanted.