The Devil's Bride Novels & Stories

In as much as she really wanted to avenge her father’s death, she still wished she could go back in time, when she didn’t know Eric was a bad person, and also when she didn’t know about this dark world. She scanned the perimeter, men at the entrances, eyes never leaving the crowd, others tucked behind pillars and trees, silent but ready. Each of them was a reminder that this wasn’t a celebration, it was a battlefield draped in silk. She adjusted her sundress, her fingers brushing the fabric nervously. And then the awaited time came. “Does anyone present here has reasons why this couple shouldn’t be joined in holy matrimony? Speak now or forever hold your peace.” At that moment, the bride and

"I have been looking for you to congratulate you." Asher sighed and raised his brows. "I am not interested in hearing from you, Flavio. So cut the chase," he said and took a step to walk away from him but Flavio's mocking voice stopped him. "I was shocked to see The Bride of Velenoso. I expected her to be a woman of class but your brother is marrying a mere waitress, who slapped him at my wedding reception. What a great choice for our mighty Velenoso. A waitress…" he laughed taunting him.

How can your life change in a matter of seconds? So, under his menacing and fierce gaze, I stamp my name on the paper. I just signed my death warrant. "Congratulations, Mrs. Frost, you are now the Devil's wife and your ordeal begins today. You will also not communicate with anyone unless I decide." "They'll look for me," I allude.

No time, no dreams, no hopes. A world with nothing but ruins and lost spirits. The deaths will be judged on this road. Each time they walk, the scenery will change according to what they’re feeling and think at that time. If they think of evil things rapidly, then it will lead them to hell. They’ll cross the bridge to a land which according to their point of view is a heaven. However, it’s a trick that land is obviously hell.

The heat that was pooling in his gut had shifted from a simmer to a boil and the sight of the mafia king, the man who commanded armies of thugs and controlled the city's underworld, in a state of total surrender was too much. The thought of even doing this with someone who was supposed to get married to his sister was terrific. Saint groaned before pulling Nicolas upward, forcing him to break the suction with a wet pop. "Enough, Angel," he rasped. "My turn." Nicolas blinked, his eyes filled with lust. A thin string of saliva still connected his lip to Saint's glistening head. He looked dazed, his chest heaving. "You're taking over now? Am I not doing a good job?"

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.

Pure Devil! She was not going to let him win this time. He has snatched everything from her, Her Love. Her Rajeev. She feared from this night. His room, decorated for wedding night. The moment she entered inside the room it gave her dangerous chills through her spine that make her shiver for a moment. His Grandma and his sister was giggling looking all happy teasing her for the wedding night. However, they were unknown of what storm is going inside her. They are unknown of the Devil and his true colors Or how he has trap her in his own devil trap.

Aashmaan left the hand of that man. The DEVIL entered with BEAST. And Devil's eyes instantly landed at his wounded Angel. Who was looking here and there confusedly. Neil looked at the scene. He took only a few seconds to understand what was going on there. A forced wedding was planned to snatch his Angel away from him. Her eyes landed on Neil as well. Their gazes got locked with each other. The devil was breathing heavily and his eyes were red and the knuckles were white. DEVIL started to move towards the ANGEL and she was looking at him silently with her red eyes.

While feeling annoyed at this fact, I couldn't help but scoff to myself in disdain when I thought that only Valeria would believe that she and Chris were nothing more than 'best friends'! But it was better that she never thought of him that way, wasn't it? Because if she did, then it would never be my turn... Besides, she was married to none other than that Mr Devil. He was someone Chris wouldn't ever be able to compete with, because despite being decrepit, wrinkly, old and ugly, the man was infamously powerful.

I asked, not taking a glance at her. " Yes Alpha Zeev, I've brought these numerous and priceless treasures for you in exchange for being your wife". She said, smiling more widely. I took a look at the old man and the grins on his face didn't seem to crease. "Take them to the villagers, and tell them a woman wants to marry their Alpha in exchange for these, if any of them takes it, I'll consider your offer", I said stroking Fenrir's hair. Their faces were filled with great pleasure listening to my words.