𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞 With barely twenty-five years, she's the youngest head of Blackveil Legal, London's most prestigious law agency. Having mastered the art of an unforgiving pokerface early, she causes even the mightiest of men to writhe uncomfortably under her cold gaze, trembling for forgiveness she will never offer. They do not know the truth. They do not know that she has sticky blood dripping off her sharp nails, staining her black heart. Because she effortlessly hides it like a secret made to be forgotten, playing the entire city in the process, like it's merely another piece on her board. After all, they do not call her 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 behind closed doors for nothing. 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 Leaving a trail of blood and empty souls behind everywhere he goes, he is hell's coldest threat, equally feared and sought after. They say he's the calmness to hell's chaos, a silent voice echoing louder than any shout. In a world without rules, his word is law. And no sane soul would ever attempt to interfere, because they do know the truth. They do know that he holds a buried past over his tainted heart. They do know that his calmness is a well-made façade, and fear the moment it's relentlessly torn to pieces. Because once it shatters, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 may fully be unleashed. 𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. In the darkest of nights, a dangerous deal is made, forged in blood and carved into skin. One may live, the other shall die. And it was in this moment that a destructive legacy woven in stars unfurled. Because two souls had set eyes on each other and would burn everything in their forbidden waltz, including themselves.

*DISCONTINUED* "Now that's more like it. You, on the floor, beneath me..." I couldn't believe his audacity. That asshole. I stood up fast and slapped Damien across the face. Shocked, he held his reddened cheek. His jaw clenched, and fucking hell, why did that look so hot? His eyes locked onto mine, full of fury. I gave him a sweet smile, slung my bag over my shoulder, and walked off. "You're going to seriously regret that, Angel!" * My dream was to escape the hell I called home. Mission accomplished! But I didn't plan on stumbling headfirst into another hell. I'm Angie Lauren. All I wanted was to finish Highschool and break free from my abusive father forever. The scholarship to one of the most elite schools was supposed to be my ticket to freedom. Yeah, right. Damien Callaway, the headmaster's son - and unfortunately insanely hot - has made it his mission to completely break me. But you can't break someone, who's already shattered. ... Right? TR: Mentions of abuse Mentions of suicide Sexual contents The pictures don't belong to me!