Who Is The Devils Wife Novels & Stories

Devon answered coldly, and the entire room went silent. “You will like her, Mr. Devon. She looks like an angel,” the man stammered. Devon glanced at Chang Lu, who looked just as scared as everyone else. “Where is the woman?” Devon asked, shocking Chang Lu, Finn, and everyone in the room. ‘Did he just ask about a woman?’ Finn thought, stunned. No one could believe what they heard. Devon never showed interest in any woman and especially not one who had been captured or forced to him like this.

However, maybe it was also actually not that much of a surprise since the devils from this place were really powerful and could not completely die since their strength was tied to the negative emotions that mortals constantly emit. "Once upon a time, it was known that the God of Fire, who was one of the oldest Anitos in the Skyworld, hated the Devils so much because these creatures' ruler, and if one might say, the greatest ruler in history, had killed his beloved wife, a demi-god who used to hold the Law of Harvest."

Whether it was the brushes touching my eyes or the fact that I was getting married today. Today was my wedding. The day my family would finally be safe. The day I would finally feel safe. The day my name would change from Natasha Whitmore to Natasha Castillo. The day I would marry the devil himself. He was many things, but a devil? I wasn’t sure. Many believed he killed his parents, which was why he was referred to as the devil. Others said it was because of the people he was connected to. But he didn’t look like someone who’d do those things.

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." >

"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. *****

Derrick held her hand to pull her closer. His eyes were hypnotizing. She found herself not being able to look away. His warmth was different. Their noses were touching, but the heat traveled all the way to her cheeks. "Have you thought about the dangers of trusting the Devil?" Lyra thought about it for a second. "I feel like I've been doing that a lot," she replied. "How about signing a deal with the devil?" He inched a bit closer. "What's the deal?" He pulled her closer, hugging her by the waist, saying, "Be my wife, and I will make sure that you'll get whatever it is that you want. I will give you the best revenge. "

Insane. “But the rumors say she’s married to the Beaumont clan?” the interviewer prodded. Devan let out a dismissive, airy chuckle. “The Beaumonts? Who are they? They don’t even exist. My woman can’t be married to people that don’t exist. I think the public knows who she really belongs to.” Fuck. “Who the fuck is your woman fucking Picaridin!?” She yelled and threw her pillow against the wall. Her life was imploding. Again. The "whore" narrative was being rebuilt brick by brick by the two of the men she hated most.

she informed not looking up from her book. "And...?" he urged her to spill more. Putting the book on the black velvet covers, she sighed. "That man is no good, can you imagine he turned her into a vampire against her will, not to mention many other things..." she spoke thoughtful, anger appearing on her angel like face. "To be honest, hearing her story i now know that i'm blessed." she added looking at her mate. "Oh are you?" he teased. "Of course i am, you give me rights and even after more than three moons you didn't ask me to fulfill my duties as your wife, Now i know that no male would wait like you did... Or....are you unfaithful by any chance?" she relented.

Evelina Mercer has spent her entire life fighting for survival with nothing but her late father’s motorcycle and a mouth sharp enough to start wars. In a city ruled by wealth, power, and monsters hiding behind beautiful faces, she’s learned one thing the hard way, people like her are disposable. Until one dangerous night at Sin & Silk changes everything. When a group of men corner Evelina at the club where she works, salvation comes in the form of a terrifyingly beautiful stranger with hypnotic green eyes and a reputation dark enough to make grown men tremble. Adrian Nightmere. The Devil. A man whispered about in fear. And the moment his eyes meet hers, something shifts. Desperat

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.