The Devils Bride Keykirita Novels & Stories

He looked ahead at the audience toward Isla, who held a straight yet daring gaze. The brass plate was handed to Dev. Forcing a smile, he accepted it and dipped his forefinger in the kumkum, reaching for the bride’s head. All eyes were on him, waiting for him to seal the ritual, but instead, he pulled off the veil. As expected, the woman sitting beside him was not Priya.

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

His mouth was wide open at my last words. He opened the letter carefully, reading out the contents with precaution, I made no sound until he finished. " So your king orders that my wife be brought back to his kingdom in exchange for his daughter, is it?" I said at the end of the letter. " Yes, it is, after much deliberation by the king and his legitimate daughter, he ordered that Fenrir be brought back to Asteria while Maya becomes your Bride." The Messenger said to my amusement. " Tell your king that I shall have the head of his daughter sent back to him if he dares to bring her to my pack."

Despite the spotlight shining on us, Gabby and I remained focused on each other, oblivious to the world around us as we exchanged vows of love and commitment. As the cheers and applause began to fade, a sudden hush fell over the sanctuary as the door someone stood up from their seat, and all eyes turned to the source of the disruption. Jordan, his face contorted with rage and desperation, rose from his seat with a menacing determination. "Kyra! You can't do this! You belong to me!" His voice resounded through the sacred space, cutting through the air like a sharp blade, leaving a trail of shock and disbelief in its wake.

"Yes, it would seem James is a good friend of my father's." Sparing his friend a tilt of the lips, while the cheery blonde continued to read his beloved manga, Clay raised his fist, knocking twice on the large oak frame. No sooner than when the knuckles laid a kiss upon the wood, did the door get pulled open. Five small fingers curled over the handle, and a girl that reached only to his chest stood awkwardly in the doorway. False light illuminated her blue sweater and long tresses as she greeted them with a timid smile. "Oh, can I help you?" Finally putting down his manga, Drew peered down at the girl. Widened eyes before a blinding smile, "We're here for the Orphan Keeper, or as he goes by,

Lady Khailis muttered from under her breath as if she was afraid that the Devil will hear what she had just said. Shia could not believe her ears. “What are you trying to say?” “Langrion...he could be the son of the Devil...The one who might fulfil the Prophecy of the Demon King...” Shia still couldn’t believe any of the words that Lady Khailis had just been saying. “How can you be so sure?”

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I thought in despair as I turned my head from him. My mouth fell open at him, beginning to nibble and suck on my neck while his hands squeezed my breasts. His fangs scraped against my flesh in a tantalizing teasing prick. “Oh my Goddess,” I chirped, causing him to chuckle triumphantly. “You are my mate, Kiara, and I was foolish to not stand up to my father for you, but I will now if you become mine,” he stated while kissing down my chest and my pert nipples. Just as I spread my thighs, inviting his tongue to bathe me, a pounding started on the room door, then the shrill voice of a woman shouting out for Devan.

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…”

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL