The Devils Bride Novels & Stories

I hated and was even jealous of her and although for some reason, she gradually became more and more mediocre as we grew older while I managed to outshine her and became the perfect socialite, those feelings had never disappeared. So when I saw the opportunity of getting rid of her for good which at the same time could also make her miserable, I took the chance and tricked her into coming home. Then, I led her to believe that I was being forced to marry Mr Devil which made her to help me 'escape'. She probably had no idea that the moment she did that, she had fell into the trap carefully designed for her, the end of which was that she would have no choice but to marry Mr Devil. The plan hadn

they both breathed out together while looking at their happy family. “GRANNY…. GRANDPA….COME HERE,” Azura shouted to call her grandparents. She and Ainza ran towards them. Grasping their hands, both the little kids dragged their grandparents in the rain, and there they all felt their completion. The completion of love, happiness, serenity, and…The completion of The Forced Bride Of The Devil Alvaro.

It was still daytime, and the fire crackers weren't visible to anyone, but the sound was enough to know how many crackers were busted in my forced wedding. Alighting from the stage with him beside me like always, we met few people who came forward to wish us for our wedding. I wasn't interested in their wishes. "You look beautiful, Isabella." One of the men spoke while eying me from head to toe. Fucker can't control his eyes and was looking at me like I am some piece of meat. Before anyone could react or speak, the man who had his dirty gaze on me was on the ground, all dead. I don't need to turn and see who is behind this.

They scattered flower petals and murmured prayers before bringing the palanquin to the mandap. It opened, and the bride stepped out, her face covered by a thick ivory veil. She sat beside Dev. Instantly, his expression darkened, his brows furrowing as he carefully studied the woman beside him, but he could not see through her veil. His gaze trailed down to her hands, noting the intricate henna on her knuckles. A flat plate was handed to Dev, drawing his attention. He picked up the cream-colored garland, holding it silently for a moment before draping it around the woman’s neck.

I picked it up with trembling fingers and read. > "There's something I want you to know," the text began. "Cillian is a devil. I saw the video trending online and I know you feel like you have no one. I'm calling because I care—really care. He’s trying to get into your head to break us apart. Don’t let him succeed." >

' Elian cried out, voice cracking as he twisted toward the sound, arms outstretched into the mist. But the pull reversed, yanking him backward with brutal force. A grip clamped around his throat—iron fingers digging in, crushing his windpipe. Air fled his lungs in a choked gasp. He spun, vision blurring, to face his tormentor. The wolf was gone, dissolved into swirling shadows that reformed into the devil's leering form. Towering and grotesque, with curling horns and leathery wings half-unfurled, the fiend's crimson eyes gleamed with sadistic delight. An evil grin split its fanged maw, revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth. 'Did you think it would be so easy, little bride?' the devil hissed,

“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!”

It had been a constant reminder of how easily life can turn for the worst, as it has for the people in the past. Traditionally, the choosing would happen in the morning. In the village square, the townsfolk would adorn the hair of the next demon's bride with white baby's breath flowers. They would have the bride walk from up the wooden platform where the metal concave mirror was placed and have them light the torch. When the flame lights, the bride holds the torch up high for all to see, to symbolize her bravery in facing the demon for the betterment of everyone.

No time, no dreams, no hopes. A world with nothing but ruins and lost spirits. The deaths will be judged on this road. Each time they walk, the scenery will change according to what they’re feeling and think at that time. If they think of evil things rapidly, then it will lead them to hell. They’ll cross the bridge to a land which according to their point of view is a heaven. However, it’s a trick that land is obviously hell.

The whole car is echoed with loud sobs of the girl who is in bridal attire SITARA SINHA. Yes , Today is her wedding with the devil who is disguised as a human named SAMRAT RAICHAND. A name which is enough for her to go numb in fear. But overcoming her fear with lots of hope she managed to escape from his clutches which is turned to be futile. Not after about half an hour of her escaping she got caught by his second in command and most trusted person Ram. She is fiddling her fingers in tension while shedding tears. She was only capable of cursing her fate and the day when she came in front of the devil. It was her only option which the devil left.