The Devil's Wedding Night Novels & Stories

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

I can't place where exactly. Vincent Halstead, the Devil of Deals. Was that the same man I met? This elusive Devil just handed me a kitten? “I don't know, what if it's not him?” “There's only one way to find out,” Seraphina sighs. “What do you think though? Did he have the devilish aura?” “Oh he had more than the aura. He looked like he stepped out of hell or something—” The door opens and Charles walks in. “Sera, I'll call you back.”

He looked down at me, a conqueror surveying his prize . “Goodnight, wife,” he said, the title a deliberate provocation, a claiming. He paused at the door. “Rest well. Our wedding awaits. And Sophia…” His gaze swept over me one last time, possessive and hot. “…remember the dress. Black suits the occasion. Red would be far too obvious for the Devil’s bride.”

My eyes darted to her tablet, it was a grainy, long-lens photo of a man emerging from a black car. Even in pixels, he commanded the space around him. He was tall,broad-shouldered, black hair and grey eyes. Lucien Alexander. The tabloids called him “The devil.” I looked back at Lina, and shrugged. “So?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You want to date him?” I gave an eyebrow waggle, knowing full well how ridiculous it was. Dating Lucien Alexander? Impossible. The rumors didn’t just say he was difficult, they said he was the devil’s own son. “Obviously,” I finished, the humor fading into simple fact. “That man is a no-go zone.”

Sat me down at the table and brushed my wet hair slowly, and I walked her through every clause of the contract while she listened without once interrupting, which told me how seriously she was taking it. When I finished, she was quiet for a moment. "You married a devil," she said. Her voice had dropped but the fire was still in it. "But maybe devils know exactly which people to burn." She squeezed my shoulder once, hard, the way she had since we were kids. Outside the windows the light was starting to fade. "The stylist team will be here soon," I said. "Dominic arranged it." She looked at me. Something moved across her face, quick and complicated.

Ella said, her voice trembling now with anger, “was that you’d humiliate me like this. That you’d parade her through this house while I play nanny.” “I never promised you fidelity,” Ace said coldly. “No,” she shot back. “But you promised me respect.” Silence fell heavy between them. I stared at the floor, my chest aching, my mind racing. I hadn’t asked for this. I hadn’t known. And yet, here I was—standing in the wreckage of something I didn’t even realize existed. Ace spoke again, his voice steady, final. “There isn’t going to be a wedding.” Ella froze.

They stood there for a beat, just holding one another, and Adom had to shake himself free of the strange longing that was beginning to invade his mind. "Why don't we take this to the bed," he suggested, hands beginning to tug on Win shirt. The Angel nodded and pulled it off, his own hands unbuttoning Adom jacket, but the Devil was far too impatient for that. He banished it with a flourish of magic that had Win chuckling softly. The Angel hopped up on the bed, scooting back until his back was to the pillows. Adom followed after him, crawling over that long lean body like a predator. They shared a grin before the Devil leaned over and again kissed his Angel .

She took a vow on their wedding, she should have tried more to uphold it. Since she found out he had been going on dates and having a sleepover at their neighbour’s place, her whole world turned upside down. She wondered for how long it had been going on right under her nose and she had no idea it was happening. For someone who is extremely good at finding criminals and making them pay for their crimes, she didn’t notice an emotional crime going on right under her nose. The betrayal stung her hard and she felt more useless even after she caught them.

Seraphina is not wearing a cap and nose mask anymore. She's open, except for the clothes. "Help me. I know you can." She repeated, gulping. "You wanna dance with the devil?" His voice sounded like sin as he blew out the candle he's holding. The molten wax has gathered around his large digits generously. "Yes, and I'll be the devil's tool. So as long as I'll be protected from the world." Seraphina muttered. "Show the devil how ready you are—to dance in the hot ashes." Tobias eyes challenged.

“I know you love him, baby. That’s what makes you so goddamn irresistible. You’re this sweet, devoted wife. Look at you... Poppy, the fact that you are married to my friend is the exact reason why I love using you. A perfect, loving wife who goes home and cooks him dinner with my hand prints on her ass. Kisses him with the same mouth that just swallowed my load. Fuck, Poppy, you’re incredible.” Then the devil came back into his smile. “Come on… let me have you the night before the ceremony. We’ll book the room right next to yours. You sneak out after he falls asleep, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll still feel me when you’re walking down that aisle toward him. It’ll be our little secret wedding