The Devil's Wife Novels & Stories

she informed not looking up from her book. "And...?" he urged her to spill more. Putting the book on the black velvet covers, she sighed. "That man is no good, can you imagine he turned her into a vampire against her will, not to mention many other things..." she spoke thoughtful, anger appearing on her angel like face. "To be honest, hearing her story i now know that i'm blessed." she added looking at her mate. "Oh are you?" he teased. "Of course i am, you give me rights and even after more than three moons you didn't ask me to fulfill my duties as your wife, Now i know that no male would wait like you did... Or....are you unfaithful by any chance?" she relented.

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”

I shall let the wife play with me a little longer to make her happy. "Such fat pecs..." Michelle licks and nibbles my skin, and I tremble as she trails kisses down my abs and stops by my hipbones. "Your v-lines are gorgeous too... And so is your cock." A groan escapes me when she grips my cock, nestling herself between my thick thighs to suck on the fat head with a rhythm designed to tease me further. Is she trying to fucking kill me?! A fact about my wife: she is a devil in disguise. All innocent and sweet in the face, but an evil mastermind in bed.

Derrick held her hand to pull her closer. His eyes were hypnotizing. She found herself not being able to look away. His warmth was different. Their noses were touching, but the heat traveled all the way to her cheeks. "Have you thought about the dangers of trusting the Devil?" Lyra thought about it for a second. "I feel like I've been doing that a lot," she replied. "How about signing a deal with the devil?" He inched a bit closer. "What's the deal?" He pulled her closer, hugging her by the waist, saying, "Be my wife, and I will make sure that you'll get whatever it is that you want. I will give you the best revenge. "

He wanted to earn a lot of money and stand on top of fame, so he made a contract with the devil. The artist killed his wife in this gallery in exchange for that contract. When the police entered, he was frantically calling out the demon's name with a bloody knife in his hand. He said that it was the devil that made him do it. It was said that he had a conflict with his wife early on, so he killed her. Demons were just excuses.

From the stories, the rumors or the whispers. Even the legends clearly state and mention that great name that had traveled far beyond its homeland and now the owner of that name stood directly before them and they are not even on his good books. The Devil incarnated in the body of a young dangerous son of the Don of the Ndrangheta clan, the harbinger of death whose tale precedes him was the very person in their presence now. “The devil” “He is the harbinger of death oh no why did I come on this mission today?”

"Isabella... the girl you love... she is not ordinary either. Her family... they have a history with ours. A long history of blood and curse." "Her grandmother was a witch... or so they said. She put a prophecy. A promise." "The Devil and The Angel... when they unite, the old world will burn, and a new power will rise. But... there is a price." "One must die... so the other can live." "Run, my son. Run away with her. Leave this empire. Leave this power. Because if you stay... fate will force you to make a choice that will destroy your heart." I couldn't breathe.

"Why would I do that when I can take her from you myself?" The room fell silent, my men on edge, waiting for my signal to act. But I only smirked, leaning back. "Try it." His smirk faltered. Good. By the time I returned to my base, my men had already found the one responsible for the note. He was dragged before me, bound and beaten, his face barely recognizable. I crouched down, gripping his chin harshly. "You thought you could scare my wife?" He whimpered, his breath shaky. "I was just following orders—"