Camilla Bieber is twenty-one, beautiful and innocent or at least she tries to be. Sweet and kind, she grew up with her mother and stepfather, a home that should have been safe. But it was far from that. From a young age, she was abused, humiliated and treated like nothing, just a tool for her family's cruelty. Her family's debts with the wrong people finally catch up. The man they owe is no ordinary man. Lucifer. Dangerous, Merciless. A shadow that destroys everything in its path. When her family can't pay, Camilla becomes the price. To survive she has to give herself to him. But what she discovers shocks her. Being claimed by him is not the punishment she imagined... it is dark, twisted and intoxicating all at once. Lucifer sees more than her scars. He sees her broken but strong soul. He wants her completely and he will take everything to have her. Obsession, power and desire mix in a world where love is dangerous, dark, and addictive. Can Camilla survive a man like Lucifer ? Can she keep her heart, or will his darkness swallow them both ?

Life is like a swing, a river or more common, a smoothie. A smoothie -, How is it like a smoothie? Swings fly high up into the sky and fall back inches above the hard ground. Rivers flow in a large amount in one certain direction, without a chance if return, unless it's a spill into the earth. Though smoothies, they are more like the cross-roads. One way holds nothing but truth and is as sweet as anything good. The other way whatsoever, holds nothing but lies as bitter as a green lemon. Like a humans problems in life, many components are blended, yet the solution does not always come as expected. Bittersweet, maybe? Luca Walker is a sixteen year old boy from San Francisco. He is your typical blue eyed boy, in black jeans, that always manages to stand out at school, and ofcourse the most important player in the football team. With the naked eye, he seems carefree and euphoric. Yet in life, nothing is ever as it seems, not even for a pretty boy. Desperate to fix a past mistake, he stumbles into a it of lucid dreams, where everything is without feeling. Then meets her. " You can jot keep hurting yourself like this Luca, you need to let go now" she pleaded, watching as the boy paced around. Pale, weak, and seemingly unalive. " please" "I can't do that! Can't you see?!" he spoke in a high pitched voice, running his slender fingers through his hair. He was tired. The black eye bags told him off. He was not everybody typical Luca, not in that moment, no. Stressed and anxious. "I already did once, I can't do it again!" 'Don't let them take me from you Luca!'