In a world of stark contrasts, she embodied innocence and fragility, a precious gem amidst the shadows. She was a fairytale princess in real life. He, on the other hand, was the embodiment of a ruthless billionaire, known as the cold brute, strong and perilous. A monster emerging from the depths of the underworld. As their paths converged, she became his guiding star, leading him from darkness into the light. Her purity had the power to thaw his icy heart, a force he could no longer ignore. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Suddenly brought back to reality, Bella suddenly broke free from the strangers arm, which strangely feels comfortable to her. Making a step distance between them she started to see his full figure as well. This man in front of her was very tall, and wearing a completely designer suit which she can tell was the same expensive Armani brand that her father was wearing right now, but with actually a very different style. After scanning the man's whole figure she can't help looking back at his eyes again. She don't know why but this man actually give her some strange feeling when he looks at her so deeply like that. The man slowly walked towards her in small but powerful strides, surely giving her some some apprehension. There was only about a few inches shorter when he stopped in front of her. His fingers gently lifted her chin, guiding her gaze to meet his own. She stood at a delicate 5'4, a height that only served to accentuate her endearing charm and fragile beauty. As his left hand careessed her soft cheek, he couldn't help but whisper, "Beautiful". His gaze, unwavering, fixated on her enchanting doe-like eyes. In response, she only gave a short nervous laugh because she does not know what to say to this gorgeous stranger. She feels intimidatd a bit, not the bad kind though. But puzzled about what he really mean't, she tilted her head, bewilderment apparent.

"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

Devil all the time... There wasn't much light or happiness in Knockemstiff. If you were born there, you died there, never leaving for anywhere greener. Sometimes there were a lucky few who managed to leave and never return. There were a few who thrived in the shit hole that was Knockemstiff. And there were a few who just didn't give a shit, and just lived to die. Then there was you. You were orphaned at the age of four after your mother killed your father and then herself, leaving you in the care of your grandparents. And when you had the chance to get out of Knockemstiff to go to University, you chose to stay put and look after your sick grandmother before she died a year after, leaving just you and your grandpa. You weren't bitter, or angry, you didn't feel trapped. You were fine just as you were, but you thrived for more at the same time. You were kind... You were one of the few people Sheriff Bodecker liked, and for some God forsaken reason, you liked him.