The Devil's Wedding Night Novels & Stories

The big devil had taken his little wife into his arms. He possessed her, kissed her, and gently picked her up into his bed. His woman was his dinner tonight, and he was going to enjoy devouring her in bed. Earlier, he had never been so keen to bed a woman but it was different tonight. The woman on his bed was the one woman he loved, and tonight he was eager to devour her exactly like he had done that night. That night he had tasted her again, and he had found her Intoxicating, sweet and charming in the middle. With every thrust he had plumped into her wetness, she drove him Insane.

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

"Miss me?" "Yes, I missed throwing you off the bed and I missed seeing you fall but are you not on your honeymoon?". "I'll be back tomorrow and I called because I missed you guys". "Hmm, So tell me how was your wedding night? Mind let or not". "It's an arranged marriage so we didn't do anything of the such". "One day, you'll fall in love with him that it will make you forget your name". I know what she was talking about like it's Emily we're talking the dirty minded best friend I have " Like how my brother made you forget your name too?".

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Most of all, I was annoyed at myself for everything – not being able to defend myself when Darla was yelling at me and putting myself in that situation with all of my choices. I locked myself in the bedroom and sat on the bed with the sandwich I no longer felt like eating until I gave up on it and placed it on the bedside table before curling into a ball and falling asleep. ~ “Is something wrong?” I asked as I walked out of my bedroom and found Damien in the same spot that evening as he had earlier in the day. This time, there was a worried look on his face. “The wedding is in three weeks. I have no idea how and why they pulled this whole thing off and made it happen, but Conrad and Shirley

Emerald asked. "I want us to sleep in the same room, one year is enough to make me want you!" Alaric said. Emerald looked at Alaric with a flat stare. "I told you, don't ever lick your spit, it's disgusting!" Emerald said. Alaric chuckled. "I always get what I want, including you! I'm attracted to you and you have no right to reject me." Alaric said. A mocking smile appeared on Emerald's face. "You know, I'm looking down on you. Who do you think you are? Even if you were my husband, I would only honor our original agreement. I agreed to marry a demon man like you only because of your mother's request." Emerald said.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: THE REAL HER NICO ———— It is true that the devil enjoys moments like this. He waits until you are already standing at the edge, already staring down at hell, already thinking about making the wrong decision. Then he pushes. Wrong decisions like wanting to kiss your boss’s wife. Like breaking the contract that you’re so certain you’d never break. Like craving more tastes of the lips that were never meant to be yours. And right now, the devil is smiling.

The limo door opened into a blur of light, music, and masked faces. Ayla stepped out onto the cobbled drive of the Serrano estate, her heels clicking softly against stone polished to a mirror finish. Above her, chandeliers flickered beneath a vast glass dome, casting broken stars across the arriving guests. Everything reeked of power and decadence. Her mask — crafted in deep black velvet, lined with silver embroidery — clung to her face like second skin. Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.”

We got married on a Wednesday at eleven in the morning inside the Manhattan Marriage Bureau on Worth Street. There was nothing romantic about it. The place felt more like a crowded DMV than somewhere life-changing happened. Couples filled the waiting area, some are nervous, some were excited, and some clearly regretting everything already. A toddler cried near the vending machines while someone argued quietly over paperwork at the front desk. Seven couples stood ahead of us in line. I wore cream trousers and a matching blouse because the green dress suddenly felt too personal and too hopeful.

“You want to stop? Fine. I’ll stop. But at the end of the day, pretty, you’re the one that’ll come begging.” “Want to bet?” My voice comes out shaky. Just like my legs. Devon’s eyes light up. “Bet. Which one of us gets to crack before the wedding night.” This is a bad idea. Everything in me is screaming at me not to take it. I know. I fucking know. Devon is the curse of a blockbuster. I’ve gotten a taste of him and I want more. Heat and wetness floods my pussy. I want him again. I should refuse.