The Devil Wife Name Novels & Stories

She seemed to take a while but she finally walked out. “Hi!.” Lilith called out to me with a smile on her face. “Hi…, Lilith!.” I replied with a half smile, my head read on my palm. “I know you wanna talk!.” She said. I have known Lilith for a while, it’s been just two centuries since I knew her, I knew exactly how she loved her jobs. Lilith is the most shady and evil woman I have ment in my existence. The Queen of the demons, first wife of Adam and as well the ex wife of Lucifer but yet she rules the Demons, as her heart is black so is her practices.

Gideon, Peter’s granddad suspected. “Everyone may fear you. But not I. I’m a level 7 devil – while you're just a demon. You have to do as I say, sir. I know what you do with your son’s wife. The lonely nights spent at Eden club since your wife passed away whom you married to inherit her wealth. You were nothing until your wife married you. And who knows if she ever died a natural death. What do you think?” “You devil!” Gideon hit his walking stick with such force that it looked like it was going to shatter.

Iblis wanted to kill her. Before meeting this woman, he never felt so shamed and disgraced. The entire supernatural world knew she was his wife, his Demon Queen. The one and only woman whose name was entered in the book of Supernatural Union with his. And yet, she wasn't in the least concerned of how negatively her actions reflected on him.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

“It would give you a position of power the Thornes could never touch. A name that would force them to open every door they’ve locked against you.” I shoved the tablet back at her as if it had burned my hands. “No. Absolutely not. Have you lost your mind? You want me to marry a stranger? A man they call the devil?” “I want you to win!” she shot back, her own temper flaring. “What’s your plan, Evie? To manage other people’s money forever? To just be… better than you were? He needs a wife. You need a weapon. It’s a transaction.” “It’s selling myself!”

The baby would taunt me now and then, as if daring me to abort him; he wanted me to act on my anger. But I refused to play his game. I let him grow, healthy and vigorous, in my womb. When Sean slid a divorce agreement across the table, I didn't beg or plead. I signed my name. A few days after the divorce, Sean proposed to Ashley. On the day they set the wedding date, Ashley called me. "Natalie, I told Sean everything. Your baby isn't his. Out of pity for you, I faked the report. "For Sean's reputation, I advise you to terminate the pregnancy. If you don't, we'll expose your infidelity in marriage and turn you into a laughingstock."

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…”

“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!”

The flame trembled in her hand, her pulse hammering so loud it drowned the silence. She staggered back, her free hand pressing to her mouth. The words seemed to crawl across the walls, etched into her skull. They knew. Someone inside the house — not the Valentis beyond the gates, not whispers from the streets — someone inside had carved this into her world. Someone who moved freely through these walls, who could slip past guards and locks, who wanted her not dead, but condemned. Emilia’s chest tightened, her breath shuddering. Bride of the Devil. That was what they called her now. The curse, the coin, the woman who brought knives to their beds.

She unmounted her legs and stood, averagely tall in her heels. Dean's eyes went to her hips first, but only for a minute. He looked away. "Y'all are funny," she started. "And to think I was once family with y'all is funnier. I'm Seraphina now, I don't have a surname! I'm still married to Dean, and I'll still stay in this house, but our marriage is only on paper, so I'm not taking his surname either." "Seraphina!" Dean jumped forward with a raised punch.