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--”

Why do I have to suffer a barbarian life? In the process of falling in love, I lost everything in his hands. My heart failed to discern the devil in human form. And look where he plonked me. *********** This book is purely fictional. All characters are only author's imagination. There is no resemblance with any living person. Lastly, this book contains some non consensual scene that can be upsetting.

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.

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.

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

My train of thoughts soon drowns him out until Dante’s voice jolts through me. “Skip to the end,” he orders the priest. It’s only been five minutes. Shock ripples through the crowd, people murmur. The priest is clearly taken aback, but he knows better than to argue. “To the vows?” “To whatever the fuck is the important part.” My face pales and I swallow hard. The priest speaks again. “Do you, Clarissa Hale, take Dante Romano as your lawfully wedded husband?” A lump claws its rapid way up my throat, making it hard for me to get the words out. That name isn’t mine. My gaze sweeps across the crowd and finds Mum and Dad standing among the sea of people.

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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.

Chapter 3: Devil Raimere Celeste’s POV “Ugh…” “Cough…cough...” How did it come to this? How did I land in the hands of this devil? “You look so weak and flimsy, but you managed to worm your way to be my bride. I don’t know if I can call you scheming or just plain stupid?” A smirk full of derision did nothing to abate the murderous glint on those terrifying beastly red pupils.

The whole car is echoed with loud sobs of the girl who is in bridal attire SITARA SINHA. Yes , Today is her wedding with the devil who is disguised as a human named SAMRAT RAICHAND. A name which is enough for her to go numb in fear. But overcoming her fear with lots of hope she managed to escape from his clutches which is turned to be futile. Not after about half an hour of her escaping she got caught by his second in command and most trusted person Ram. She is fiddling her fingers in tension while shedding tears. She was only capable of cursing her fate and the day when she came in front of the devil. It was her only option which the devil left.