The Devil's Bride Novels & Stories

After a long bath, I climbed out, wrapped myself in a towel, and went back to my room to change into fresh clothes. I lay back on the bed and immediately picked up my phone. Helen’s call came through. “Helen…” “Why didn’t you tell me you’re the devil’s girlfriend now?” she cut me off. At her words, I shot upright, my heart thudding. Girlfriend? The devil’s girlfriend… as in Liam? How? I don’t remember Liam ever asking me out. What on earth is she talking about? “What are you saying?” I asked. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. My brother was kidnapped, and guess who took him? The devil. All because he wants him to stay away from you,” Helen said. From her voice, I could tell she was struggling n

Claire stood beside me wearing the expression of someone trying very hard not to commit a crime, while Eleanor Park stood near Drake with her usual unreadable composure. The officiant barely looked up while speaking. She sounded like she’d married a thousand couples already and stopped caring around number fifty. Then came the vows. “Do you, Drake Reeve Javier, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” I looked at him automatically. He wasn’t looking at me yet. His attention was focused on the officiant, like he approached everything else in his life. “I do,” he said simply with no hesitation. The officiant turned toward me.

“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.

Cole managed to mutter in my ear, bringing me back to reality. I blinked and rubbed my temples. “She looks starved," I snapped. "This is what you expect me to breed with?" If it was because my mate looked like she had gone through a lot, or I felt insulted that her father would sell such a haggard looking creature to me, I wasn't sure why I was boiling. “She’s the eldest,” her father stammered from behind them. “She’s of age. A virgin. Her womb is not touched by magic or man—”

I almost cried thinking of what he can do to my family I was scared cause I know what exactly he was capable of. I released myself Infront of the devil exposing my body look at your nipples so pink so hard mmmm come on spread your legs so I can see your juice pink tight virgin pussy. I slowly spread my legs wide to show him my forbidden place but he's not satisfied so he spread my legs wider. I gave the devil what he wanted he started to stroke his dick looking at my pussy,looking at his massive dick I got scared and turn my face away he is going to hurt me alot He wiped my tears gently I don't understand him one time he is rough and another time he is gentle he has this worried expression f

They have no idea who I really am but soon, he will. Because I, Elena D’Souza, may have been forced to marry the devil but I plan to drag him straight to hell with me. If it wasn't for the greedy bastard whom I call father, I wouldn’t be standing at the altar in this white gown, dressed up like the prettiest and happiest bride. All it took him was one desperate deal with the most dangerous mafia family in the city to sell me off like some unwanted worthless object. And now, thanks to that fucking deal, I belong to Dominic Moretti, the devil, the king of chaos and the man feared by each and everyone in the city.

She must be several inches taller than me, seeing as her heels weren’t higher than mine and she only had to stretch a bit to drop a kiss to his jaw. Then she turned around and sauntered ahead of the two black cars waiting at the foot of the stairs. And, just like that, she was gone. The devil went towards the car at the back as Galileo instructed one of the three men, “Luiz, you’re riding with us. She’ll replace you.” “No, I won’t let my commodity out of my sight,” the devil stated, turning partially to face Galileo. “Boss, you know you can trust…” scar-face started before the devil cut him short.

“You are my bride now, Kyra. I own you.” Goddess! I've been given out to the devil himself as a bride.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.