"I hate you for everything you are and what you have done to me." "I know" The devil answered before crashing his lips down to hers. ---------------- Celine's favorite subject in school is history without a doubt. She's always dreamed about being able to live through history itself, to experience what she could only read in books or in the movies she's watched. But what if there was a way for her to be able to travel through time and live an immortal life? To a point in life, she would give up everything for it, even if she has to sell her soul to one of the most fearful demons... ---------------- The story starts off slow and might be cringe at first but as soon as the demon shows up, the story is getting interesting and darker!

"I'm your dog!" The guy yelled. I froze and looked at the man with disbelief. Did he really just suggest he was my dog? "What?" "I-I'm your... d-dog." He mumbled this time. --- When 23 year old Annabelle feels like she's getting lonely in her apartment, her sister's advises her to get a dog. After a week of thinking she heads to the shelter to buy one and she returns home with a massive and very interesting wolf-dog. What Anna didn't expect was for the dog to turn into a very handsome and very naked man the next day. --- Amazing cover by: -lustwrites This book will contain swearing, violence and some sexual content.

His orders were simple: interrogate the Demon prince and then kill him. He can't afford to pity the Demon--much less fall for him. *** Fourteen years ago, the Demons conquered the world, decimating the Guardian order and enslaving humanity. Now, the last Guardians live underground, quietly rebuilding and waiting for a chance to strike back. Remgar, a noble Guardian hardened by loss, is honored with a mission of vengeance: interrogate the High Demon Prince and break him. It seems like a dream come true-until he meets the prisoner. Isalio, the younger brother of the Demon High Prince, is sarcastic, disarmingly sweet, and far too human. As forbidden feelings percolate between interrogator and captive, Remgar is forced to confront a truth more terrifying than any Demon: he doesn't want to break Isalio. He wants to save him. Torn between the oath he swore and the heart he never meant to offer, Remgar must decide what kind of Guardian he truly is. Because in a world where evil reigns and love is a death sentence, choosing wrong could doom them both. WARNING: This story contains content that may not be suitable for some readers.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

"Your resume says your main achievement is... finishing a rubber before losing it because you are awesome." "Yep!" "Your personality type says you are... sassy, hot and cool (more than anyone here) at the same time because you are awesome? That's a challenge." He smirked as he raised his perfect eyebrow. I nodded dumbly. And then I heard him mumbling," Never knew a Smurfs' T shirt was that hot with red pants..." "Your special education says... you were in Hogwarts?" His eyes opened wide. "Yo!" "And your interests says you want to go home and watch Ironman because you didn't want to apply for this job anyway and you are forced..." "You got me right boy!" I pointed at him with my finger. But then he said the three words I never expected to hear. "You're hired, hobo."

Domick slid into the seat next to me and looked over. "Did you see how he was looking at you?" What? "H-he's not even my friend, just a partner sometimes." I managed to stammer out. "Trust me, he wanted to be more than just a partner." Domick sneered the last word. A surprised laugh escaped me, and I leaned towards him to whisper, "What makes you think that." "Because I notice when someone wants what's mine." ----------------------------- After I blew out my candles on my 7th birthday, I started to see things no one else could. Wings. I know, crazy right? After my Dads mysterious disappearance, I had to move in with my aunt who ignored my very existence. Then I met a certain someone. Domick. From the moment I saw his wings I knew he was different, just like me. Turns out I'm not the only "abnormal" around here. Domick was sent to find me for a reason, but can he stand to give me up to the secretive Council? Between Domick's possessiveness and me not knowing what the heck is going on. It's going to be one crazy ride.

He continues to stare as the young girl hums quietly, while keeping her eyes locked on the book in her hands. At the sound of his footsteps, she suddenly stops reading only to look up and let out a squeal, one that he found adorable. Her already rosy cheeks become even brighter. "Hello." He melts at the sound of her angelic voice and says his next words carefully, softly. "Hi sweetheart." She tilts her head to the side as he unknowingly stares at her with a certain longing. "Who are you?" "I'm Seth. What's your name?" He questions, taking a step into her room. She grins, causing two cute dimples to appear on her cheeks. "Daisy." ~ In which Seth Andrews, who is usually quiet and brooding, becomes captivated by his best friends little sister, Daisy Miller, who believes everyone has at least a little good in them.

"Are you okay?" "If he ever fucking touches you like that again I'm going to-" "Someone's jelly." *** Adonis Prior: His glares and constant mood swings push everyone away from him, his scowls keep a three-foot radius of people away from him, and his tall muscular frame does nothing to ease the tension of those who shy away from his after just one glance. He has only one friend and he doesn't want any more. Adonis wasn't alone but he was lonely, he was broken from the inside out. Daisy Ivory: She could be seen with a smile on her face most days, although fake it was there. People generally liked her caring attitude and she shied away from the attention, hating to be on the spotlight. Her happiness was a well built up mask that not even her best friend could see past. Daisy was a girl with a broken heart and a broken life. When Adonis first saw Daisy in junior year, he had no clue what to think, she seems so happy and everyone seems to fall for it but he can see past the walls. He wants to know her better but for someone who doesn't like anyone a crush like that is dangerous. Adonis knows that he'd just end up hurting her anyway. Without even knowing her he tries to avoid her, avoids his feelings for her. Daisy noticed Adonis before, noticed the tall, mysterious boy who was always alone before but made a point to avoid him because he seemed like a heartbreaker and she has had enough heartbreak to last a lifetime. They tried to stay away from each other but it seems the universe has different plans. The first day of senior year, right when he thinks he was over his little crush for her, Daisy wants to be friends with him and they had no idea that their lives were to forever change. They were both broken, and they both needed mending, and they might just be the key to each other's happiness. Eventually, they become friends but will they ever become more than that or will their sadness swallow them whole? Will they ever become whole again?

"This thing between us." He said, gesturing to the space between our bodies. "It's bound to happen. You know it. I know it." He tipped his head to the side and lowered his face until it was inches from mine. I sucked in a breath when those vibrant green eyes met mine under a set of thick eyelashes. "Don't fight it." He finished. ****** Kalley Jackson is set on leaving her life behind. After years of hiding and living like the akward anti-social girl, her last year of high school seemed like the perfect time to let herself loosen up and start living like any normal teenage girl would. Moving on with her mother seemed like the best option. Coming back to the town where she was born may be the right thing to do. She is willing to start new and let out her true self, but when she gets involved with the school's football star, she ends up realizing that the life she thought of exploring may not be all that real either. © 2018, Netflix-and-cry

Staring at the gun in his hand as he stalks towards me with a devilish smirk on his face, I feel the bone-chilling fear rises within me. My back is against the wall and I'm trapped as he stands in front of me, his body so close to me that I can almost feel it touching me, and somehow I crave for his touch. I stare deep into his kohl black eyes and somehow his eyes tell me everything that I need to know. He does have feelings after all yet is confused about them. "You belong to me!" He says harshly, and before I could even process his words his lips capture mine in a possessive matter.