"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

"Your name suits you perfectly. You truly have the face of an angel."

She lived in silence. He ruled in control. Aaradhya Mehra has spent years hiding behind her quiet life in Mumbai - her small bakery, her soft routines, and a past no one knows the truth about. Until Aaryavardhan Malhotra walks in. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. A man who doesn't believe in love - only possession. What begins as curiosity turns into something far more dangerous. He doesn't chase her... he studies her. Controls her. Rewrites her world piece by piece. And when her past starts bleeding through the cracks, he doesn't step away. He steps closer. Because monsters don't run from darkness... they recognize it. --- Glimpse "Run if you want, little storm..." his voice was calm, almost bored. Aaradhya's fingers tightened around the edge of the counter, her breath uneven as his presence filled the space around her. He leaned in, close enough that she could feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of her dupatta, his steel-blue eyes dragging slowly over her face like he was memorizing every detail. "I already know where you sleep and one day I'll bury myself so deep inside your tight little pussy one day... so deep you'll forget every nightmare you've ever had. And I'll keep you right there-on the edge-just enough to make you moan, to make you soak for me... but I won't let you come until I decide." Her heart stuttered. 🖤 Dark Romance | Billionaire Obsession | Stalker × Silent Girl 🔥 Enemies to Lovers | He Fell First & Harder ⚠️ Mature & Explicit Content