The Devils Wife Novels & Stories

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

Why do I have to suffer a barbarian life? In the process of falling in love, I lost everything in his hands. My heart failed to discern the devil in human form. And look where he plonked me. *********** This book is purely fictional. All characters are only author's imagination. There is no resemblance with any living person. Lastly, this book contains some non consensual scene that can be upsetting.

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

He snatched her up and launched into a tirade. "Natalie! I can't believe how vicious you are. Tell me, how did you coerce Ashley? What did you threaten her with to make her abandon her own wedding and kneel to you?" Sixteen years of marriage flashed through my mind—arguments and reconciliations, bitter fights and sweet days. But never before had I felt such disgust for him. It really seemed love could vanish in an instant. I met his fury with a cold smile. "I didn't force her. Now take your precious wife and get out of my hospital room."

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

But I had a beautiful wife in bed, sleeping peacefully and ready to be cuddled in my arms, which had me walk out of there faster than I had ever before. Returning to the mansion, I went upstairs to the bedroom, only to find the bed empty. I looked under the bathroom door, but the lights were off. Before I could call out her name, my eyes landed on the nightstand where a note was. Grabbing it and a smirk appeared on my lips as I read the note. Can The Devil find me?

he tried to touch her abdomen, but got stunned when she snatched that anklet from his hold and ran towards the bed. His gaze enlarged in shock, seeing her getting up on the bed, and there she started dancing and jumping in happiness. “See, I won, Mr Devil Alvaro,” she showed him the anklet while dancing in victory. He was startled. Did she just outsmart him like this? “Now you should keep it in your mind, even a devil loses in front of his better half because wives are the ultimate winners,” she taunted him, patting her own shoulder. And now he finally understood everything, and how devilish his innocent wife had turned.

From the stories, the rumors or the whispers. Even the legends clearly state and mention that great name that had traveled far beyond its homeland and now the owner of that name stood directly before them and they are not even on his good books. The Devil incarnated in the body of a young dangerous son of the Don of the Ndrangheta clan, the harbinger of death whose tale precedes him was the very person in their presence now. “The devil” “He is the harbinger of death oh no why did I come on this mission today?”

Kerri, the woman I desired, the woman that plagued my dreams, is broken, betrayed and vengeful. Perfect. Because a woman who has lost everything doesn’t need comfort. She needs a devil. And I’m the only man wicked enough to play that role for her.

I spat, closing the distance. Devon turned, cool and unhurried. “He plots against me. With you.” “Because you’re hollowed out!” I shoved his chest. He didn’t budge. “The real Devon wouldn’t burn his own pack for fear.” His hand shot out, slamming me back against the stone railing. Cold bit into my spine. “Careful, little wife. I could throw you over right now.” “Do it then!” I grabbed his collar, yanking him closer until our faces nearly touched. “Or admit the witch gutted you. Tell me what you traded.”