The Devil's Bride Novels & Stories

I picked it up with trembling fingers and read. > "There's something I want you to know," the text began. "Cillian is a devil. I saw the video trending online and I know you feel like you have no one. I'm calling because I care—really care. He’s trying to get into your head to break us apart. Don’t let him succeed." >

while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE NINE MONTHS Thank you so much!

She’d been trembling ever since the doors to the estate where the bride was in flew open and the strange man stood framed in the arched doorway like an avenging devil. She gripped her bridesmaid bouquet tighter, even as relief whispered through her. She’d done it. Done what she had always wanted! But staring at devyn, she couldn't help but cower back as a result of the chills and aura emitting from his whole being. Not that Devyn chevon, the Son of the retired mafia king, would be happy at that moment because she could tell that he was angry, at her because he couldn't stop glaring hard at her. Of course, she knew what she did and she never regretted it.

Nora introduced Akshara not forgetting her to humiliate. Akshara thought inwardly, “Grooming to impress my Devil? It’s nothing like barmaids making over themselves to attract the drunken men.” Akshara’s eyes landed on every bride and remembered them with their hair colour, she repeated inwardly, “Blonde bride, brunette bride, black bride, red bride and ash bride. Oh, I forget to add one, purple bride, Nora.” Se chuckled and scoffed at them. She voiced inwardly, “My Devil chosen me from hundreds of sexy barmaids by his side. Why should I worry with an insecure feeling? Let’s consider this as a test for Devil to show his sincerity to me.”

So I believe I should put the poor woman out of her misery. "My beloved, I see your hesitation; please let me explain what I mean by bride." "Well, does bride not mean get married?" "Well, not truly in the sense that a human does." "How can a Devil’s wedding not be the same as that of a human one." This is now starting to confuse me for the more I think of it; it does sound like a marriage to me. What makes a Devil’s ceremony so much of a difference that a human one? "First of all, my beloved, I do not wish for you to wear such an awful thing as a white dress that has more lace than your panties."

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.

Left as the final remnant of that shattered empire. Owning her. Possessing her. Might finally fill that gaping void that had remained even after he brought her entire world to ruin. Without thinking he raised his hand and placed a bid. Double. He had doubled Don Antonio’s offer and added Domcoins in the bid without blinking. The hall had gone quiet. All eyes turned to him. Even Don Antonio. A man not easily caught off guard. Had stared at him in disbelief. And Lucas hadn’t flinched. He had just outbid the Don. Who had every intention of gifting the girl to his deranged son. But Lucas didn’t care.

There, a pair of black leather shoes walked their way into the hall and drew the attention of everyone in the room to glance at the position of the entrance. Besides the set of these black leather shoes, there was a beautiful pair of heels whose top was covered in sparking diamonds. The eyes of everyone in the room moved from the shoes to the faces of their owner's and they were bewildered. It was the devil, he was finally here, but wait, who was this beautiful angel beside him? People wondered as they kept on staring at the two figures attentively. The angle standing beside the devil was a definition of beauty and seduction. She was wearing the latest gown from the brand of fashion flames w

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”