Novel & Cerita The Devils Bride Book

I slipped in with sweaty palms and face,I gasped in shock when I saw the monster seated beside me, glancing through the tinted window. “From now onwards, you're my wife and mate. You're smart enough not to tell your loved ones…they're safe. You can call me the DEVIL!!”. The DEVIL…..and that was how I was married to the devil without my consent.

“Do you, Cael Ashford, take Zara Helena Calloway to be your wife…” I could barely hear the words and my heart raced with adrenaline. Part of me knew this was crazy. The other part screamed that it was perfect. Burn it all down. Marry the stranger who didn’t flinch at me. “I do,” Cael said calmly. Then the officiant turned to me. “And do you, Zara Helena Calloway, take Cael Rowan Ashford to be your husband…” “I do,” I said loud and clear. I didn’t even sound shaky.

After what seemed like an eternity of walking, they came to a stop in front of massive double doors carved with intricate designs that looked like demons dancing in flames. "You can go in, your highness," the maid said before quickly turning and hurrying away, clearly wanting no part in whatever was about to happen. Eryndra stood alone in the empty corridor, staring at those ominous doors. She took in a deep breath, trying to gather what little courage she had left, then slowly pushed the doors open. The moment she entered the room, she could see him clearly - the devil himself sitting casually on the enormous four-poster bed with a scroll in his hands. He was still partially dressed from th

he jabbed a finger toward the book without looking at it—“simply implies the era of then, not now!” I exhaled slowly, fighting back the urge to scream with him. “It wouldn’t be called the Book of Forgotten Truth if there wasn’t some weight to its words, Devon. Think. Have you ever heard of a wolf outside of you mating with a woman—a human—and conceiving with her? Have you?” At the word conceived, his pacing faltered. Devon froze, his broad back stiff, his head lowering slightly. When he finally turned to look at me, his eyes were darker, unreadable.

I need to get my revenge for her. Mother knew the truth. She had been the one to tell me that demons could not have children with anyone except their fated mate or a blood bride. I had accepted that. I had accepted that I would never have a child, never have a mate, never have the life that was meant for me. I had accepted that Rhea was gone.

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…”

He knew he would never be able to go until he met Audrey and everything was pointing directly at her. It's said that, not just an angel can give the devil access to the portal to heaven but that which is the devil's bride.

In as much as she really wanted to avenge her father’s death, she still wished she could go back in time, when she didn’t know Eric was a bad person, and also when she didn’t know about this dark world. She scanned the perimeter, men at the entrances, eyes never leaving the crowd, others tucked behind pillars and trees, silent but ready. Each of them was a reminder that this wasn’t a celebration, it was a battlefield draped in silk. She adjusted her sundress, her fingers brushing the fabric nervously. And then the awaited time came. “Does anyone present here has reasons why this couple shouldn’t be joined in holy matrimony? Speak now or forever hold your peace.” At that moment, the bride and

Her legs buckled slightly, a traitorous response that made her seethe. “You were probably starved for touch, as you said.” Lucas’s stride was unhurried, each step deliberate, predatory. “Hence your new gift.” “You’re pathetic.” The words sliced from her tongue, trembling but sharp. “A disgusting, perverted man who needs to play sick, twisted games because no one would ever want you.” His face didn’t change. Not at first. But then—his jaw twitched. “I don’t have to make you want me, Arabella.” His voice dropped, a lethal murmur. “Careful.”

Chapter 3: Devil Raimere Celeste’s POV “Ugh…” “Cough…cough...” How did it come to this? How did I land in the hands of this devil? “You look so weak and flimsy, but you managed to worm your way to be my bride. I don’t know if I can call you scheming or just plain stupid?” A smirk full of derision did nothing to abate the murderous glint on those terrifying beastly red pupils.