The Devil S Bride Novels & Stories

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.

I snapped the folder shut and shoved it back at him. “Perfect. Let’s be messy together.” He passed me a pen. I signed. So did he. Just like that, I was fake-married to a man who couldn’t stand the sight of me—but needed me close enough to lie through his teeth. ⸻ Susan opened her door wearing a pineapple-print bonnet and holding a bowl of cereal like it was a trophy. “Wow,” she said, eyes wide. “You look like someone who just made a deal with the devil.”

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like a drum. “You’re right,” Dominique said, his voice low and menacing. “But since you think I’m the devil, then I’ll gladly accept the name. And you, my dear, will be known as The Devil’s Handmaiden.” My heart raced as Dominique’s words hung in the air, a dark promise that sent shivers down my spine. The reality of my situation crashed down on me with the force of a tidal wave. This wasn’t just some cruel joke or a bad dream this was my new reality. And Dominique was the one holding all the cards.

It was still daytime, and the fire crackers weren't visible to anyone, but the sound was enough to know how many crackers were busted in my forced wedding. Alighting from the stage with him beside me like always, we met few people who came forward to wish us for our wedding. I wasn't interested in their wishes. "You look beautiful, Isabella." One of the men spoke while eying me from head to toe. Fucker can't control his eyes and was looking at me like I am some piece of meat. Before anyone could react or speak, the man who had his dirty gaze on me was on the ground, all dead. I don't need to turn and see who is behind this.

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.

The Bride smiled and said, “Just one more, Camela. Take one more picture, and you’ll understand.” The camera turned on by itself, now focusing on both Camela and Vincent. Vincent grew anxious. “Don’t do it. Whatever happens…just don’t.” The Bride stepped in between them and the man. “If you smile in this photo, you’ll never feel pain again.” Camela squinted her eyes. “What happens if I don’t?” she asked. The man replied, “Then the Devil gets to choose who sits in your place.” The Bride reached for the camera button.

Cyra heard her father saying, so exhaling softly, she clutched her father's arm tightly, and then walked down that aisle which was taking her to become the better half of a murderer, a criminal, a abductor, a ruthless sinner. No one and nothing succeeded in stopping her from becoming the bride of the devil himself.

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

The car door was opened, and Yara was dragged back inside. "Let go of me! What do you want from me?" yelled Yara, trying to rebel. Inside the mansion, a man was sitting on a black leather sofa. His eyes were cold. He was Damian Devatra, the man Yara had heard about on the news and through rumors—the ruler of a ruthless and unforgiving underground organization. You could say he was the King of the Mafia. "Sit down," Damian ordered simply. Yara gulped, feeling she had no choice. Hesitantly, she sat on the sofa in front of him.

**** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Viking and Iris’ story, and catching up with The Road Devils cast of characters. ‘The Devil’s Pair’ (The Road Devils MC #4), Dux, Drake, and Briley’s story, is the next book in the series and it’s available here on GoodNovel. I'd also like to invite you to please check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com