The Devil's Wedding Night Novels & Stories

I forced myself to use every ounce of strength to pull away from his touch, my skin crawling where his fingers had been. "It's rape to me," I countered, my breath hitching. "I didn't give you my consent to exploit my body. That was never part of our agreement. It was never part of our marriage contract." "I've been sleeping with you all this time Valerie, now you remember to bring up our marriage contract," he sneered, his laughter a dry, ugly sound that rattled in his chest. "Should I bring up the debts I helped you settle? The millions that would have seen you in a gutter before the ink on your parents' death certificate was even dry?"

Internally, I grimace at the realisation that it is weirdly more gratifying to listen to, rather than the sound of me smacking my wife's ass as I take her from behind. He groans, spitting out blood, "Is that all you got, your wife has a better hand than you do." He mutters incoherently. I run my fingers through his hair which is drenched in sweat, yanking his head back, and I force him to meet my gaze, "You know, Castello Esposito. The wildest gimmick the Devil likes to play isn't him making you accept that he doesn't exist. It's him making you believe that you are on friendly terms. Acquainted." I growl, lowering my head, and getting right in his face. "So that when you finally did meet me

“Take that bastard child with you!” I screamed as the ground split open beneath me, the heat dragging me down like hell itself. Fire no it was lava, the Devile as pulling me onto his coven “NO-!” I jolted awake, gasping. The doctor stared at me, frozen, syringe still in his hand. “Hold her down!” he shouted. A nurse reached for me, but I slapped her hand away. “Don’t touch me! Are you trying to kill me?” I screamed.

Jacobs. I walked through the tunnel of white wedding arches decorated with white and red roses, my hands keep on shaking that I almost drop the bouquet of flowers. On the side of the venue were Vincent’s men wearing black suits. There were no visitors that I personally know, they were all just Vincent’s men and so I knew I couldn’t do anything to escape. At the end of the long aisle filled with scattered rose petals was the devil. He was wearing a well-pressed white suit with a black bowtie that went perfectly with his curly black hair which made him appear like a prince. A devil prince perhaps. He was staring at me with his usual intimidating gaze that could melt someone on the spot. Tears

When he finally loosened his grip, when their lips barely parted, he exhaled against her mouth, without letting her go completely. “Now,” he murmured with dangerous satisfaction, “you are my wife.” And Aylin knew, in that moment, that there was no escape. Time to leave. Aylin knew she had just signed more than a marriage. She had sealed a pact with the Devil. The sun sank below the horizon, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink, while the entire village gave itself over to celebration. Long tables laden with homemade food, improvised hanging lights, and live music set the tone for the evening.

Gideon, Peter’s granddad suspected. “Everyone may fear you. But not I. I’m a level 7 devil – while you're just a demon. You have to do as I say, sir. I know what you do with your son’s wife. The lonely nights spent at Eden club since your wife passed away whom you married to inherit her wealth. You were nothing until your wife married you. And who knows if she ever died a natural death. What do you think?” “You devil!” Gideon hit his walking stick with such force that it looked like it was going to shatter.

I have to stay focused on Flora. Devon turned around, looking at Vanessa with a gaze full of regret. "Vanessa, forget what happened last night. I was heavily drunk. Today, I will still stand at the altar to marry Flora. I must take responsibility for my promise to her. Please, don't say anything to Flora." Without waiting for Vanessa's answer, Devon grabbed his car keys and left the apartment with hurried steps, preparing to face his wedding altar with Flora. On the bed, Vanessa, who was left alone, slowly straightened her body. Her sad facial expression vanished instantly, replaced by a highly satisfied, demonic smirk. "Go to your altar, Devon. That party will never go according to your pla

Her one hand dig on his thigh as she screamed in pleasure within three minutes. "Baby I'm not done. I want you the whole night. " Her heart trembled. Whole night!!! Like some werewolf on heat, he kept ramming inside her energetically. The wild beast inside him wasn't sedated at all as he flipped her into four and parting her ass his hot rode slipped inside her vaginal hole. He gripped her ass cheeks and kept pacing inside her with full force.

They are long years of which I endure being molested, raped, and beaten by a man of extreme beauty, bright eyes that guard a demon, making declarations about a non-existent love, a man who was able to buy our marriage, like someone going to a supermarket doing the day's shopping, demanding to have his acquisition even before coming of age, his fixation mixed with an obsession with me completely sick he is someone sick, soulless who feeds hatred every day, turning me into someone as sick as he is. Not even at the age of sixteen, during the honeymoon, did I manage to delude myself more, as I discovered that I had married the devil himself. And it's those memories that consume what's left of th

When I came out the devil is already there "Why aren't you asleep" I asked "Bad dreams" he said with a shrug "Wow, so the devil is scared" I teased, he smiled "What of you" he asked "Nothing just wild night" I replied and sat on the chair next to him "How is Martha" he asked "She is fine" I answered and he just nodded. Seems the devil have a love interest now. Am curious to see how it turns. We quietly watch tv till I fall asleep. I woke up on my bed next morning, I wondered how I got there, yes even the day we got wasted I remember sleeping in the leaving room