DIABOLIC SERIES 1 Simply put, this story is about a boy who calls himself the Devil and a girl who has gone through hell. Being 'happy' doesn't come as easy to Emma Carter as the people around her tell her it should. There's glimpses of it, there's things she finds funny, but actual happiness? She wasn't sure if that existed. Healthy coping mechanisms were never something she was taught, even after trauma and grief change her daily life. To say the very least, Emma Carter was reckless with her own life. That wasn't exactly something that Xavier Wolf liked. The Wolf boy, true to his name, was a feral force of nature not many liked to taunt. While his mouth got him in trouble and his fists got him arrested, his heart earned him the girl that sat in the back of his photography class, even if he's convinced he's no good for her. A girl Xavier knew he'd protect, even when the worse of his dark thoughts came to pass. That's without knowing about the darkness in Emma's own mind. *** "I'm at the point of exhaustion in my life, where I need a stronger word than fuck." Emma sighs, cheek resting on her fist. Xavier Wolf smirks, leaning back in his chair. "Aren't you adorable."

DIABOLIC SERIES 2 This story is not so simply about a girl who hides from loneliness in books and a boy who wants to show her there's more to life than what's between the pages. Having 'friends' isn't something that Eliza Wolf has really experienced, at least not in the way her peers have. There's passing relationships in school, people she finds funny, but actual friends? Maybe she just wasn't supposed to have them. She had to learn to pass her time with other things, books, talking to her brother, drawing. At least Elle wasn't so lonely when she was reading about someone else's life. Something that Asher Hart didn't think was all too healthy. The nice boy, true to his nature, was sweet and quiet in his reserve. Though he broke no rules- -that he'd get caught for anyway- -he was used as a scapegoat one too many times, and now his inability to stand up for himself, he's attracted the attention of the most intimidatingly attractive girl around. A boy Eliza knew she'd stand up for, even against the people that have terrorized her in the past. That's without knowing just how capable Asher is when it comes to defending others. *** "Did you know," Asher begins, frowning at the way Eliza picked at her shirt -something she often did before putting on her jacket. "If you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd never feel insecure again." Elle raises an eyebrow, "And who said I was insecure in the first place?"

DIABOLIC SERIES 3 All my life I've lost my breath. It would happen over the simplest things, if I stretched too high to catch a ball, lifted something for too long, if I sneezed, if I talked. Other times I would loose my breath because I had a panic attack, or was yelling or being yelled at, if I was exerting myself on a physical level. Having the wind knocked out of me is a familiar feeling. But I didn't truly know what it felt like to loose the air in my lungs, loose the feeling that has kept my alive my entire life. I didn't loose it when I fell in love, I didn't loose it when I found out one drunken night with the girl I love would mean a baby, I didn't loose it when I found out that I'd actually be a father. No, I lost that when she told me that she doesn't love me. When she spit in my face how much she can't stand me, how I've ruined her life, that she doesn't want me in any aspect. I'm not her 'type' whatever that means, seeing as she quite willingly had sex with me. Her saying this made this ugly, lonely and depressing thought hit my diaphragm. Violet Thompson is carrying my child. And she despises me for it. The way I came to this conclusion was simple, Nonnie- -that's what I call her, since her middle name's Noel and I wanted something to call her that if I shouted it in the middle of a crowd, only she would turn to and know it's me- -told me that all she wants is someone there. A father for her baby, a physical presence. Not a mind, personality. Not a person. A body. A shell. I've been a dead man walking. And I was that shell, was just a body... until I found him.

"I'm at the point of exhaustion in my life, where I need a stronger word than fuck." Emma sighs, cheek resting on her fist. Xavier smirks, leaning back in his chair. "Aren't you adorable."