The Devil S Bride Novels & Stories

“If that’s what it takes to keep you, Bryan… then yes. I am the devil.” The words slithered through the air, wrapping around me, suffocating me. My stomach twisted violently. I fought the urge to gag. “You’ve hurt yourself…this much…just to trap me? Just to prove some twisted point?” Her lips curled, teeth flashing in a grotesque snarl, beauty shattering under the weight of her rage. She looked less like a woman and more like some feral thing cornered in the dark. “The devil can be very persistent when needs be. The devil lost to God and isn’t willing to lose again, she has to fight her way to the top, she has to stay married to Bryan fvcking Adams.” She wiped her bleeding and bruised forehe

I slipped in with sweaty palms and face,I gasped in shock when I saw the monster seated beside me, glancing through the tinted window. “From now onwards, you're my wife and mate. You're smart enough not to tell your loved ones…they're safe. You can call me the DEVIL!!”. The DEVIL…..and that was how I was married to the devil without my consent.

It all began when the devil was first sent out of the heavens. He had wandered on earth in loneliness until he found a human woman who loved and accepted him the way he was. She was bonded to him, and she hoped that he'd turn away from his evil ways, but it wasn't easy to get the devil to turn a new leaf. He went on with his deceitful behavior, and the woman left him when she couldn't take it anymore. She eloped with a human male, but she discovered that she was pregnant with the devil's son. She tried everything to terminate the pregnancy, but it didn't work out well for her, and when she finally had the baby, she threw him into the forest, hoping he'd die there. But, the devil found his so

She placed them back into the velvet box, her mind swirling with the image of the man she was about to marry. Inside the bathroom, the atmosphere was suffocating. Saint stood frozen, his chest heaving with his cock in his hand, throbbing and semi-erect. He stared at Nicolas with a mixture of horror and longing. The fact that Nicolas had dared to invite Seraphina into the room, knowing he was hiding in the bathroom, sent a jolt of pure terror through him. It was a game of Russian roulette, and Nicolas was pulling the trigger happily. "What the fuck are you doing?" Saint hissed. "You invited her in here? Are you insane?" He whispered.

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.”

“My bride died because of her. So now… Fyr Cloud will take her place.” “From today onwards,” he announced loudly, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. “She is not just my prisoner. She is my new Bride.” “And she will live wearing the face, the clothes, and the life of the woman she killed… forever.” I froze. The world seemed to stop spinning. His bride? He wasn’t going to kill me. He wasn’t going to let me go. He was going to force me to become her. To live as his wife, trapped in the shadow of a dead woman, belonging to a devil who would never let me forget what I had done.

Chapter 3: Devil Raimere Celeste’s POV “Ugh…” “Cough…cough...” How did it come to this? How did I land in the hands of this devil? “You look so weak and flimsy, but you managed to worm your way to be my bride. I don’t know if I can call you scheming or just plain stupid?” A smirk full of derision did nothing to abate the murderous glint on those terrifying beastly red pupils.

"Well?" I smiled. "I suppose you're not completely terrible." He shook his head. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me." "Don't get used to it." He kissed my forehead. And for the first time in a very long time, I allowed myself to imagine a future that wasn't defined by fear. A future where I could laugh without pretending. Where I could love without expecting to be hurt. Where Adrian Blackwood might become more than the boy everyone called the Devil.

He stared at me, then pulled me into his chest, holding me so tight. "Write that down," he whispered into my hair. "In your library. Write that the devil learned respect because his wife taught him in his own shirt." "Is that Chapter 13?" I laughed against his chest. "No. Chapter 13 is called My Genius Wife. And it ends with the devil finally believing his wife might actually stay." I lifted my head. "I will stay. I choose you, remember? Rain, no contract." "I remember. I will remember it every day for the rest of my life." He kissed my lips, lingering. "Now, my genius wife who saved fifty million dollars, what does she want as reward?"

“Now it all makes sense.” I looked at her, trying to understand what she had just said. “What makes sense?” “Well,” she said, forcing a bit of steadiness into her voice, “the fact that your father wants you to marry Tristan. He’s equally as dangerous. From what I’ve heard.” I gave her a look. “And what are the things you’ve heard?” “People refer to him as the devil, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why,” she said, her voice dropping into a whisper.