The Devils Bride Novels & Stories

The devil’s proposal was the direct opposite of anything I’d ever expected. I was faced with the worst type of proposal a lady could think of. And it came from the worst person. His casual voice was still resounding in my head as we left the airport and got into waiting cars. I was more than grateful that the devil took the front seat this time. I didn’t trust myself not to try pleading with him in tears. His tauntings might drive me crazy. I needed space from him to sort my feelings out. I didn’t need anyone to tell me when we arrived at the devil’s residence. Although the quaint mansion didn’t come into view for a while after we passed the low gate, the armed guys that greeted him at diffe

With rough hair and that body, she picked the second altar candle and faced the Priest who's still standing there like the guard of hell. She raised the candle, making sure it shone on her body, all-round. "Am I qualified to dance with the devil, Father?" Tobias scent invaded her nostrils when he crossed to her on that altar without answering her. His fingers latched onto the fragile thongs on her waist, and he gave it a brutal pull which made the rope enter her clit, dragging over her folds and making her desperate lips part without a sound. He dragged off the rope-like bra too, then he picked another candle and set fire on the two, dropping them on the floor to burn away.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

She’d been trembling ever since the doors to the estate where the bride was in flew open and the strange man stood framed in the arched doorway like an avenging devil. She gripped her bridesmaid bouquet tighter, even as relief whispered through her. She’d done it. Done what she had always wanted! But staring at devyn, she couldn't help but cower back as a result of the chills and aura emitting from his whole being. Not that Devyn chevon, the Son of the retired mafia king, would be happy at that moment because she could tell that he was angry, at her because he couldn't stop glaring hard at her. Of course, she knew what she did and she never regretted it.

A month later, the war began and there, Devora died. Devora chose to completely immerse herself in Jin's spiritual system because she knew that she wouldn't last long either, that way, Jin's power will be even stronger which he can use to defeat the strongest demon royal guard. But before that happened, Devora had a romantic moment with Jin. She asked Jin to marry her before she die. Within a strange dimension their wedding took place. Anna witnessed what happened and she was very happy for her best friend. It all ended after Jin gave his kiss to his bride's lips. Devora gradually brightened and completely disappeared.

The doors burst open and all of a sudden, the luxurious bedroom I was in was alive with people – stylists, tailors, jewelers – a loud army descending upon me. I had just woken from what I wished was a dream, but reality was far crueler. I was divorced, disgraced… and now someone’s bride. A devil’s bride. And although the countdown to my inevitable wedding is in 2 days, Arlo wants to make sure that the wedding is grander than even the royal wedding of the king and queen of England with all these preparations.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

I decided to look for her only to see her with my mother in the lounge area. "Hello, sweetheart." My mother's smile was genuine. I'd only seen her smile that way when I'd finally agreed to marry Genevieve. "Hello, Bianca." Mum sat down beside her. "Did Caleb tell you what happened?" Genevieve glanced toward the hallway. "He said it was an accident." Mum's expression darkened. "It wasn't." Genevieve frowned. "What do you mean?" "That wretched girl did this to him."

"You don't need to join the game. Stay here in my room and watch the live stream. When the time comes, the instance will resolve on its own." I felt a surge of relief and excitement—I couldn't have asked for anything better. … The Slit-Mouthed Woman wasn't the only bride in The Devil's Bride, but with no makeup artist available, the others were left to their own devices. The other brides' makeup was dated. The darker the eyeshadow, the more violent they were supposed to appear, but it only made them look battered and tired, stripping away any hint of sinister elegance. In stark contrast, the Slit-Mouthed Woman's makeup balanced innocence with an eerie, captivating allure. Next to her, the ot

"You won't let him get away with that, right? A bad person is anyone who is associated with the Vulture. None of them, not one! The law has not yet been applied. It's not enough to punch him! When she got to Mike's side, Colleen said, raising one eyebrow. After four months of living in this city, Colleen had seen hell and was aware that there were demons in the area who deserved no mercy. Just like that, the Vulture and his men were devils. "No, I won't let him go, of course!" Mike reassured Colleen by shaking his head. Despite the fact that he was a compassionate individual, he had no intention of using that compassion against his adversary, whether in real life or in a video game. "What th