The Devil S Bride Novels & Stories

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

spoke a now crying Julia. "Haven't you felt anything for him all these years?" asked a concerned Wren "Do you feel anything for his majesty?" Asked Julia "I.. I don't know to be honest. Continue" responded a perplexed Luna. "I didn't have a say in anything from the wedding to the marking and then... h..he didn't even wait for me .. he didn't give me time to adjust to his life, i got raped multiple times saying it was his right and my duty as a beloved and a wife. Then once, i tried to escape from his abuse i got caught two days after and he turned me into a vampire in order to trap me."

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

he said softly, but his words cut deep. He yanked his arm free and descended the altar with steady steps, leaving behind a stunned Deviana, staring at the back of the man who was supposed to be her husband. Chaos erupted. A laugh broke from one of the male guests near the front row. Whispers turned to harsh murmurs and mocking giggles. “There she is, Deviana—the so-called perfect bride! Left at the altar!” “She chased Adrian everywhere! And he still dumped her!” “She should’ve known Adrian still loved Leviana. But she was too blind to see it.”

"You don't need to join the game. Stay here in my room and watch the live stream. When the time comes, the instance will resolve on its own." I felt a surge of relief and excitement—I couldn't have asked for anything better. … The Slit-Mouthed Woman wasn't the only bride in The Devil's Bride, but with no makeup artist available, the others were left to their own devices. The other brides' makeup was dated. The darker the eyeshadow, the more violent they were supposed to appear, but it only made them look battered and tired, stripping away any hint of sinister elegance. In stark contrast, the Slit-Mouthed Woman's makeup balanced innocence with an eerie, captivating allure. Next to her, the ot

But all I could feel was the weight of the ring on my finger and the man standing beside me. Zayden tucked my hand into the crook of his arm and turned us toward the aisle. "Smile," he whispered against my ear. "You're a bride. This is your day.” I lifted my chin and pressed my lips into something that might have been a smile. Then I walked back down the aisle on his arm. Because this is who I was now — The devil’s bride.

With rough hair and that body, she picked the second altar candle and faced the Priest who's still standing there like the guard of hell. She raised the candle, making sure it shone on her body, all-round. "Am I qualified to dance with the devil, Father?" Tobias scent invaded her nostrils when he crossed to her on that altar without answering her. His fingers latched onto the fragile thongs on her waist, and he gave it a brutal pull which made the rope enter her clit, dragging over her folds and making her desperate lips part without a sound. He dragged off the rope-like bra too, then he picked another candle and set fire on the two, dropping them on the floor to burn away.

It had been a constant reminder of how easily life can turn for the worst, as it has for the people in the past. Traditionally, the choosing would happen in the morning. In the village square, the townsfolk would adorn the hair of the next demon's bride with white baby's breath flowers. They would have the bride walk from up the wooden platform where the metal concave mirror was placed and have them light the torch. When the flame lights, the bride holds the torch up high for all to see, to symbolize her bravery in facing the demon for the betterment of everyone.

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.