The Devils Bride Keykirita Novels & Stories

Bridget was in so much pain that she regretted why she messed up with Kiara, she was a devil in disguise. Kiara stood up and looked at the three people on the ground, she smirked and looked at the group of people looking at her as if she was a devil, she smiled in a sinister way, which brought goosebumps to the people present. They all swore then and there that they would never mess with this woman and if they go home they will tell their relatives to never cross paths with the woman called Kiara Thompson. They all looked at themselves and nodded in understanding.

Did she not think he could see right through her No wonder that little demon spawn was fascinated with her. Uriel knew for certain that the lineage of Lucifer never took interest in their chosen mates, they regarded them as weak point and a curse, used them only for breeding and then left them for death. But this little girl in front of him had somehow managed to catch the attention of a devil, truly a fascinating thing Uriel regarded her with a little more interest now. Raphael had said the girl wasn't completely human, by the looks of things, she appeared rather normal to him, was it her scent? She did smell heavenly though..

He arched his brows as if confirming whether I know or not what I'm entering myself into. I brought my face closer to his close enough that one move and our lips will kiss, "Yes, the devil for the world is mine to keep," and it was sealed. He was mine. Victor Amuso belongs to Olivia Vitalio.

These are some of the secrets you have to find out. You have a long journey to cover but don’t be disturbed you are on the right path. A journey of thousand miles begins with a step and your step is in the right direction. Tonight after chanting lead two of your wives to the holy sect compound. Where the three people got their superweapons there’s a room on the right side summoned the door to be opened to you. There is a weapon called the devil's sword it's superweapon. It needs the blood of your wife to accept her as its matter. Your wife needs to cut three of her hands to split her blood on the weapon.

" Rydstorm coaxed. Catori bravely walked across the rest of the air bridge, then let out a breath. Rydstrom was still astonished at how quickly the small female before him was accepting this new lifestyle. Any normal person would have laughed or act out after finding out about the existence of dragons. Then again, she wasn't so normal. But whatever it was that caused his bride to be so brave, he hoped it all goes well. He even sent a silent prayer that nothing comes between them. He already cared for her and would lay his life down on the line for her. The two walked hand in hand to the first area, which was the meeting room.

The wind that swept through Deira carried an omen: The devil had stirred, and the kingdom would soon tremble.

Karl then recounted everything Sean had told him. “That is why I gathered all of you here. I want to ask you directly. Does anyone have a missing child? Or a child whose existence I don't know about?” Karl asked, his voice carrying a firm emphasis. “I don’t have one,” Ace von Valkayr, his younger brother, replied. “Are you sure?” Catherine asked, seeking confirmation. “As you can see, I have three wives. If another woman catches my attention, I marry her. Our kingdom also allows concubines, so why should I hide one?”

I am Aria Vitale. I am the director of the Vitale Foundation and a member of the operational board and the woman who tends the garden called Tuesday and the mother of a girl who is going to know from the earliest age that the world is full of things worth building if you are willing to be patient with them. I did not choose the beginning of this story. I chose everything after it. I would choose it all again. Every chapter. The difficult ones too. Especially those. End of The Vitale Bride

Gideon’s blood was soaking into the hem of my wedding dress where I knelt. “It’s just the beginning,” Devon said softly. The promise in his voice made my skin crawl. I rose on shaky legs. Every step toward him felt like walking into my own grave. I had to step over Gideon’s corpse—my silk slipper squelching slightly in the spreading pool of blood. The metallic scent filled my nose. I joined Devon at the altar, trembling. He signaled the officiant, who looked ready to faint. The words began. “Do you, Devon Cole Warner, take Irene Evelyn Harvey as your mate and wife under pack law and moon binding?”

I snapped the folder shut and shoved it back at him. “Perfect. Let’s be messy together.” He passed me a pen. I signed. So did he. Just like that, I was fake-married to a man who couldn’t stand the sight of me—but needed me close enough to lie through his teeth. ⸻ Susan opened her door wearing a pineapple-print bonnet and holding a bowl of cereal like it was a trophy. “Wow,” she said, eyes wide. “You look like someone who just made a deal with the devil.”