The Devil's Wedding Night Novels & Stories

The world came to a standstill when our lips touched. "Isabella Pari Morretti. I like the sound of that." His words mirrored my words from four years ago. He was surprisingly gentle with the kiss, tugging at my bottom lip a little before letting go. He was grooming me for my days in hell. The Congregation jumped in happiness, cheering loudly. It was official. I was married to the Devil now and no one could save me. As we walked away from the altar, I looked at my parents. While my dad sighed in relief that I didn't ruin his deal, my mother covered her face to hide her tears.

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.

So I believe I should put the poor woman out of her misery. "My beloved, I see your hesitation; please let me explain what I mean by bride." "Well, does bride not mean get married?" "Well, not truly in the sense that a human does." "How can a Devil’s wedding not be the same as that of a human one." This is now starting to confuse me for the more I think of it; it does sound like a marriage to me. What makes a Devil’s ceremony so much of a difference that a human one? "First of all, my beloved, I do not wish for you to wear such an awful thing as a white dress that has more lace than your panties."

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

"But because I want you to attend the wedding tomorrow. I want you to watch as I make Elodie my Luna in front of the whole Kingdom. And I want you to live the rest of your life remembering this..." "Never you under any circumstances touch my wife. If I see you as little as breathing where she is..." A devilish grin drew up his lips, and his eyes darkened, sending horror through my spine. "I won't spare you the second time. Do you understand?" This man... This man is fucking lunatic! He's an animal! A monster, a devil! Elodie does not know what she is getting herself into. She doesn't know the devil she is tying her life with!

it was like the devil himself confessing his acts. I’m indeed the Devil’s Bride. The kind of devil that you’re so comfortable with, before you even realize. The kind that makes your pussy drip, even when you’re angry. “ Megan, just in case my father asks, he shouldn’t know that I told you this or what happens to any of my ex-wives. Okay baby? I need you now like never before. I just thought of letting you know because it just happened suddenly…”

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

Everyone crouched down at the sound of the gunshots, Tedd hid his wife to be behind him when he took note of the devil standing in the middle of the hall, with a gun in his hand and a look of anger plastered on his face. "I Object!" The demon aka Tyler Bresfort's voice, echoed around the silent hall. "This wedding is so not happening." ________ Tyler's pov The hall was so silent that even if you drop a pin, it'd echo. I could see fear in the eyes of every single soul in that hall. It wouldn't cause them anything to call the cops on me, but guess what? No one wanted to be a Hero- "What do you want?" Said the husband of the bitch of a bride.

She suddenly broke away from me and ran. I sat up, gasping for breath. My heart hammered against my chest. I looked toward the door and noticed it was slightly open. The woman was gone. I looked down at my hand. Several strands of hair were wrapped around my fingers. I stared at them and noticed they were dark brown. "Welcome to Nightfall Estate, Evelina…" I told myself.

I scrunch my face. "I changed my mind," he grumped. "You know I'm terrible at following my own rules. Especially when it concerns you." I feel my body flush with heat. "Damn you, Devil." "Besides," he comes up behind me to snuggle in. "The dawn has broken, so technically it is not the night before our wedding. Now, where were we...Oh yes, you were going to show me your pretty little pussy so I could get a good night's sleep."