𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗼 'Poor little soul.' A pure, innocent soul forced to face the harsh realities they said. A soul that was led down the path of darkness, One that was bent and made to be other's nightmare, only to end up deemed nature's lost cause. How tragic, right? Wrong. Because this, this is not nearly as simple. You see, mostly, if not always, the only real difference between a hero and a villain is a matter of perspective- WHO is telling the story. But not in his case. What if he really embodies the epitome of a real-life villain, instilling terror in the hearts of all those who cross his path, or even hear whispers of his name? What if he's a wicked man who ceaselessly gets whatever his icy heart craves? A monster who seeks power more than salvation, A nightmare who believes vengeance is unerring. A killing machine, devoid of heart or soul, let alone a pure one. Damien, they call him, His name whispered with terror and fear, Because Damien is not an ordinary man, but a man who clawed his way out from the depths of hell. One who's driven by a relentless pursuit of the very thing that threatens to bring downfall to the world we know. He is the reigning terror among monsters, holding dominion over the dark underworld of New York City, Even with his true identity hidden from the prying eyes of all. Damien is no ordinary man. But he is the Devil. So what happens when an angel meets the devil? When a naive runaway escapes one demon, only to find herself in the clutches of the worst of them all? ⊱ ʚɞ ⊰ ~𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ~𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗧𝗼 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 ~𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 ~𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 Complete✔️

ABOUT: Arden Ashbourne is a college student with a secret - by day, she's the top of her engineering class. By night, she dances under neon lights to survive. Her world is sharp, hungry, and unforgiving. Elias Carrington is untouchable - a wealthy, quiet pre-law student who moves through life like nothing can touch him. Cold. Controlled. Until her. What begins as glances turns to gravity. He watches her like she's art. Touches her like prayer. Loves her like ruin. But love like this doesn't come clean. It's messy. Raw. Slow-burning and soul-consuming. She was never meant to be his salvation, but now he can't breathe without her. And when he has her - in his arms, on his face, wrapped around his heart - he doesn't hold back. This is not a story of perfection. This is a story of what it means to be wanted in your entirety - bruised, beautiful, and burning. Mature. Obsessive. Intoxicating. This is worship dressed as love. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ "You," he growled, backing me into the wall just inside the loft and pressing his body hard against mine, "are the hottest, smartest fucking girl I've ever met." I was giddy, breathless, already burning. "Elias-" "Who's my smart girl?" he whispered against my ear, his breath hot, his hands already sliding under my shirt. My entire body lit up. The compliment. The heat in his voice. The sheer ownership threaded into that question. "I am," I gasped. He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes blazing, jaw tight. "Say it again." "I'm your smart girl," I whispered, flushed and aching. "Damn right you are." He kissed me then-hard, hungry, lips claiming mine with heat that melted straight down my spine. My back hit the wall with a soft thud, but I didn't care. I couldn't think. I could barely breathe. His tongue slid into my mouth, and I moaned into the kiss, hips rocking against his without meaning to.

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

❝There is no sinner like a young saint.❞ ||MATURE CONTENT|| In which a girl sets her eyes on a forbidden man. COMPLETED. All rights reserved. kingkatewrites 2023. cover by alluringathena

"beg for it, like a good little slut" ➻ When kallan is asked to host his best friend's little sister until she finishes her MBA program he's shocked. Nevertheless he agrees not knowing what he's bringing into his house. Jasmine is excited to live with her long time crush, will things go right for her or not?

(Complete) After Seren is assaulted by someone in her friend group, she begins to fall deeper into the depths of her depression. No one seems to notice, except for the former bad boy and his friends. "Seriously, this is probably the best book I've read on Wattpad." -@dowries "I thought you were bluffing in the description but dang, you got me. Ima say- this truly is one of the best books on Wattpad." -@jamzeverywhere "Easily the best book I have ever read and I'm not exaggerating." - @purelyaureila "Simultaneously shattered me and put me back together, one of the best things I've ever read. Didn't think I could love two characters so deeply." -@imswriting "If I was ever to reread a book- it would be this one." -@thethotpocket "This is my favourite book! I would pay literal money just to continue to experience these characters!" - @sapphhhireee Spin Offs: Notice Me, and Trust Me *****

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look