The Devil's Bride Novels & Stories

The man looked back at him. “I’ll make this simple.” “Hand over Subject Three.” “And I walk away.” “No.” The answer came without hesitation. The stranger sighed. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He slowly raised one gloved hand. Every masked attacker lifted their weapons at once. The air itself seemed to freeze. Then the stranger spoke six words that made Damien’s blood run cold. “Bring me the Devereaux girl alive.” The stranger’s command echoed through the storm. “Bring me the Devereaux girl alive.”

With reverence, he began to recite the sacred vows that would bind Gabby and me together in holy matrimony. "Gabriella Gomez, do you take Kyra Wilder to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?" "I do," Gabby's voice, filled with emotion, rang out clear and resolute, her eyes locked with mine, a silent promise etched in their depths.

*Constant sex is allowed *" What the hell does Hunter thinks he's doing. I rush to his room. He look up from his laptop and smirk. "What do you want wiffy " he says and i huff. "What's the meaning of this " I say showing him the contract. "Oh that? That's a norms for married couple. Right? " he says and smirk. "Nooo, I want it changed, and besides our marriage is not real " I told him. "Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year "

Ariel looked at them in disbelief. “What are you all saying? We are Angels, he is a Devil. We are born enemies. That Zachary of yours, he is putting all this charade for revenge. Have you ever heard of such a story before? A Devil marrying an Angel out of love? No, right? That Devil Prince is just attracted to Diana. He even threatened us to marry her. Can’t you see? Can’t you all see this? Or you are deliberately ignoring it and turning a blind eye? You are putting your sister’s life in danger, Arthur. Why can’t you see this?“, she spoke with exasperation feeling helpless to make them understand. Arthur huffed in frustration.

Killian positioned to hit her but Melena quickly stop him. “That is your sister, Killian!” Devon looked at her reflection in her mirror. She hates the girl who looks at back at her. The wedding pushed through as she has expected. But unlike the very first one, there is no Ariane or Daemon to save her. When the priest pronounced they are husband and wife in front of the less than fifty guests they have, Devon literally felt her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. The ring on her finger felt so heavy. Joffrey leaned down on her lips to kiss her but she moved in disgust so it landed on her cheek. She saw his lips thinned in annoyance but she doesn’t care anymore. She was just too busy plan

She couldn't see the bride's face because of the veil but then thought maybe Venessa looked leaner than before. Unknown to her, the bride wasn't Venessa. Getting to the altar, Candy could hear her heart beating fast. What if she got caught? This man was known as the Billionaire Devil, ruthless in every ways. What if he punished her when he found out she was the wrong bride and that she had deceived his assistant just to come here? She could only pray the real bride didn't show up here all of a sudden and ruin everything. 'I'll talk to him,' she thought to herself and took a deep breath. She had only heard whispers about this man and had not witnessed his appearance before. Slowly, she looked

He smiled—a slow, unsettling smile that made my blood run cold. Did I just make a deal with the devil? After signing, we traveled to his home. This time… officially as his wife.

Each person controls a world leader, running the underworld and carefully maintaining the balance needed in such a world filled with human greed, death and destruction— willingly ready to be seen as the devils. Zayn Hellfire was not a Devil. He was Hell itself. “Tea, Don?” Giana places the cup in front of me, her milky gray eyes staring at me even though many cannot do the same. For she is blind. I don’t bother to give a response but she doesn’t wait for one as she places the cup and saucer down on the table. It’s Darjeeling tea, one of Eve’s favorites, but now I am no longer sure if she ever liked it.

Gideon’s blood was soaking into the hem of my wedding dress where I knelt. “It’s just the beginning,” Devon said softly. The promise in his voice made my skin crawl. I rose on shaky legs. Every step toward him felt like walking into my own grave. I had to step over Gideon’s corpse—my silk slipper squelching slightly in the spreading pool of blood. The metallic scent filled my nose. I joined Devon at the altar, trembling. He signaled the officiant, who looked ready to faint. The words began. “Do you, Devon Cole Warner, take Irene Evelyn Harvey as your mate and wife under pack law and moon binding?”

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.