Ava could never have predicted how one person would come to consume her every waking thought.it wasn't something she ever expected. But from the moment she stepped into his history class, she knew it would be impossible to turn back. Mr. Carrington. The name lingered in her mind, heavy with desire and guilt. He was everything she shouldn't want-too old, too experienced, too unattainable. And yet, there was something about him that pulled at her in a way no one else ever had. She was his, and he was hers. His wife, Mrs. Carrington, was everything Ava wasn't. Elegant, graceful, effortlessly beautiful. And she was the kind of woman who could make anyone feel small in comparison. But there was something about the way the two of them moved together, the quiet chemistry between them, that only deepened the complexity of Ava's feelings. She was there as their babysitter, playing with the kids, but the moment the house fell silent, the walls seemed to pulse with the tension between the three of them-their shared moments, the electric undercurrent of something more. Ava didn't know how much longer she could keep pretending. But one thing was certain-nothing would ever be the same again.

Hakeem is very to himself but is well known but no one really talks to him besides his friends. And maybe even Sienna once he meets her. Sienna suffers with trauma. She doesn't like to talk about it so she ignore it but once she meets Hakeem can that all change? She's scared to tell him what happened to her because she doesn't want him to think she's those things but want him to like her and be her friend, possibly more. Warning ⚠️: this book will contain smut so if you don't like smut do not read!

"I love yall both" KV x KG x Fem OC

["You're not as interesting as I thought. I'm tired of playing with you, little witch." He simply said, before turning around and walking away. I would have never seen him again, me and him belonged to two different worlds after all. It was just a moment, a breach in the line of things. Oh, how wrong I was...] This is the story of Lily Davis, a normal girl who thought would have lived her life peacefully until Damon Torrance sprouted into her peace and that little world of hers crumbled under her feet. She has never been the same, he's intoxicating, mesmerizing, a terrifyingly beautiful work of art. __________________________________ Hii everyone, I'm Lily and this is my first story I'm publishing on here. English isn't my first language so there might be some typos I miss, please let me know everything you want to comment.💖 DISCLAIMER: I don't own Devil's Night, nor any of the characters expect my own character, Lily Davis, and other side characters mentioned, and the story modifications I brought. Everything belongs to Penelope Douglas.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚜

/ˈemˌpī(ə)r/ noun noun: empire; plural noun: empires Building a foundation, a team, a generational wealth, a legacy. An Empire.

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚜

𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢...𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢...𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎

The delicate beauty of a butterfly came from the colourless caterpillar. The transformation and hope, the rebirth and resurrection. A butterfly is the aftermath, the triumph of the spirit and soul over the physical prison of the cocoon. The butterfly is me.