Mercy Leigh Hollis knows how to be good. She's been good her whole life- Soft-spoken. Skirt-wearing. Heaven-fearing. Taught to keep her legs closed and her prayers louder than her thoughts. But one wrong moment puts a man with blood on his hands in her life-and suddenly, "good" doesn't feel like enough. He's older. Meaner. Doesn't flinch at sin. And he sees right through her lace and Sunday dresses. She wasn't supposed to want him. She wasn't supposed to like the way his voice sounded when it said her name. She wasn't supposed to open the door when the devil knocked- But here she is. Askin' to be taught. And he's more than willin' to ruin her the slow way. This isn't a redemption arc. It's a fall from grace with eye contact.

𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴: #1 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 / #1 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰-𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 Effy Williams has always been a quiet, timid girl. Between facing bullies at school-and some at home-she'd always learned to suffer in silence. And her only friend is a short tempered boy with deep psychological issues. WARNING: aberrant behavior, bloody and grisly details, strong sexuality, language and major drug use. Readers discretion advised.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

His hand shifts under my sweater cuff, sliding up to my forearm. ''Tell me you don't feel it.'' I brush my fingers over his collarbones, just above the worn edge of his shirt. Beneath it, I feel the faint shift of muscle, the stutter in his breathing. He kisses me hot and hard. Like a collapse, His hands slide under my clothes to my neck and my hair where they make fists. My scalp prickles. He lets me taste a future with him, to feel it in the thrust of his tongue and bite of his teeth. I'm panting, and aching, and still, we know this won't change anything. Still, he kisses me bruised. 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 BOOK ONE C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ sexual/mature content ❤︎ violence/abuse/trauma ❤︎ flawed characters (and development) Copyright © 2018-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved