Cassidy Quinn is the sharp-witted, quick-thinking charge nurse newly transferred to Saint Mungo's Terminally Ill and Trauma Ward. Known for her sarcastic humor and fierce confidence, she never backs down from a battle of banter-especially with the attending physician, Sebastian, whose constant provocations both irritate and intrigue her. But Cassidy hides a deeper truth: she secretly transferred here seeking Sebastian's help for a terminal illness-the same one that claimed his sister nearly a decade ago. Too proud to admit her vulnerability, she lets her condition worsen in silence. As tensions rise and secrets threaten to unravel, hearts will change, lives will be saved, and scars-both physical and emotional-will finally come to light. .......... After a grueling first day in the ward, I crouched beside the boy's bed, desperate. Quietly, I reached out, grasping his hand, and closed my eyes, searching for the source of his pain. My ancient magic flickered beneath my skin. If I could master this, maybe one day I could tame me. That's when Sebastian strolled in, his voice dripping with curiosity and condescension. "What exactly are you doing, Quinn?" Caught off guard, I turned around and blurted, "Praying." My voice wavered-half truth, half lie. He smirked. "Religious now?" "No," I shot back, meeting his gaze. He raised an eyebrow. "Then what? Trying to work some miracle on your patient?" "Something like that," I said, refusing to back down. He shook his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Well, don't get any ideas about divine intervention. Just make sure you're ready for tomorrow." And just like that, he walked out, his footsteps echoing in the quiet ward. A darkness pulled at my heart, knowing the day will come when I have to tell him why I'm really here. ........................................................................................................................................................................

An angel born of light crosses into the fire, only to discover a demon whose darkness feels like home. In a world where heaven and hell are destined to clash, they fall in love anyway. "𝘈𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳."

Rewritten Version "I mean, what am I supposed to say to her? Hi, I'm Xavier your werewolf soulmate, also what class do you have after lunch?" ~.~ Addison Avery's life gets completely flipped upside down when her mom announces they're moving to the small town of Midnight Creek, hundreds and hundreds of miles from everything else. Xavier Black, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Midnight pack, has been searching for his mate for over two years and is starting to lose hope that he'll ever find her. What happens when Xavier and Addison meet? Will Addison grow to love Midnight Creek and all that comes with it? Despite all the eerie happenings around her? A more detailed description inside.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)