The Devil's Wife Novels & Stories

I almost cried thinking of what he can do to my family I was scared cause I know what exactly he was capable of. I released myself Infront of the devil exposing my body look at your nipples so pink so hard mmmm come on spread your legs so I can see your juice pink tight virgin pussy. I slowly spread my legs wide to show him my forbidden place but he's not satisfied so he spread my legs wider. I gave the devil what he wanted he started to stroke his dick looking at my pussy,looking at his massive dick I got scared and turn my face away he is going to hurt me alot He wiped my tears gently I don't understand him one time he is rough and another time he is gentle he has this worried expression f

He would get his cheating wife back, because he loved her and then be the most powerful man in the whole world, she would have no other choice to stay with him, she was a greedy slut. He would have all of that of that and more nothing and nobody can stop him, not even the Devil himself.

she sobbed quietly, biting the bedsheet and expecting the worst. "The devil you say?" Mrs Wellspring roared with her eyes widened like it will pop out of the sockets. "The devil lives in the woods and not in my house! You don't just go around, committing atrocities and blaming the devil. Do you know what you are doing? Do you know the gravity of your offence?" She pulled Sarah's ears. "Baby, calm down. Take it easy on them..." Mr Wellspring touched his wife's shoulder but she slapped his hands off.

" Your mother is fat, your father is fat. Your entire family is fat. " She picked up her bag. " You are bad. I do not want to talk to you. " She stormed to the car, pulling it open. She was caught by the big devil. He spun her, took her in the car and carefully took her on his laps. The car began moving. He gently rubbed her bumbum. " Little wife, whose mother is fat? " " Your father's mother is a fat and ugly cow. " The big devil frowned. He crooked a brow, and spanked her mouth hard.

Instead, I directed my attention to Lorenzo. “How are you feeling, brother? Nervous?” I gave a teasing smile when he shot me a blank look. “No.” “Of course, you’re not. You are Tank Man after all.” That gave an amused reaction from him. “That wife of yours has a unique way of expressing her thoughts.” “You don’t say. She calls me The Devil.” I found it funny when she called me that the very first time, and now she just kept calling me The Devil, having me like it.

The wife of the beasts, monsters, devils. And they would prey on me for the rest of my life.

"The man you just married is the leader of a crime organization that is not a part of the code of the mafia. They kill and destroy as they wish. He's worse than Sergio. Far worse." My blood ran cold. "Wh-what?" "Didn't he tell you who he is?" "Luca Vallario, that's what he told me." She nodded, voice shaky with terror, "Yes, but to the rest of the world, he's known as Lucifero." Oh God. What had I done? "The man you married isn't just a monster; he's 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.