Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son
He fell for her rare purple eyes. Then, thought to have her whole. ------ That night, the delicate purple-eyed woman in a wedding dress sat on their bed as her husband observed her with a grin. "So,” he drawled, his voice wicked and magnetic, “I can't see my wife's face even on my wedding night?" "Your Majesty has promised to fulfil my one wish," the woman commented, securing the veil that covered the lower half of her face with slightly trembling hands. He stared into her mysterious rare purple eyes. "May I ask, why such a wish?" She stared back at him. "Your Majesty might not like to see ugly things.” He smirked and stepped towards her. "But, I never had a liking towards pretty things." ------ Seren, the infamous daughter of the witch, and Drayce, the ruthless and vicious son of the Devil. No one had ever seen her face as the witches are meant to be ugly, but he was the one who never searched for beauty. She was cursed to never fall in love, but he wished to be the only man she would ever love. A cursed princess married off to the Devil's son to destroy his kingdom but the Devil's son had a different plan for her. The secret of her birth will be revealed only to lead the way to unleash the hidden powers inside her which no one can control. With the hidden dangers desiring her power, can Drayce and Seren protect one another or will the darkness swallow them whole? ------ This is the first book from "Devil and Witch" series. Book one- Witch's Daughter and The Devil's son. Book two - The Devil's Cursed witch. Book Three- The Devil's Betrothed. Both books are connected to each other but you can read them as stand-alone. ------ Instagram- mynovel.20 Discord - Given in the chapters FB group- mynovel20's novels
Dream Or Reality?
Drayce stood rooted in place, looking at his wife as she poured out all her emotions. He had longed to see her, and now, as she stood before him, removing her veil, he found himself unsure of what to do. Her confession left him frozen. He had confessed his love for her countless times through words and actions, but none of his declarations compared to hers.
The man who had been forged like iron through countless trials, the man who could be shaken by nothing, was now shaken to his core by her words. It was as if her confession was the only weapon powerful enough to affect him.
He could clearly see that what she felt was true love, not gratitude, and it wasn't because of the flower mark on her forehead. Her heart had truly fallen for him.
His usually calm and rational mind was now a whirlwind of emotions. His eyes, which had barely shed any tears over the years, were now glistening with moisture.