Unintentionally Falling

Unintentionally Falling

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In most stories, the heroine is always normal or weak. Well, not here. A cursed warrior who fell from heaven with a strange reason, Rudy Blackwood, meets the man who gave her a second chance in life, but unintentionally put her in more misery. This man is Lucifer, the future king of Hell. Lucifer and Rue's relationship grows to be somewhat more than business-related, perhaps a little more than friendship. They become close, only to be broken off by the demon that lurks inside her. It takes over on the day of Lucifer's coronation, and it wants pain. It craves for pain, but it means Rue will get hurt in the process. As her soul is left to her thoughts in a temporary limbo, she realises her feelings for Lucifer. Lucifer, similar to her, as he worries about his assistant on the day he rules and comes to realise his love for Rue. How will this work out? Will they learn to fight off the demon that takes over her body in a weakened state? Will the demon finally take over her body, and eat her soul as it grows stronger? --- Unintentionally Falling A fantasy romance novel written by Aleah Miller
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Elara never meant to see what she saw. One wrong turn down an alley of smoke and whispers, and the world she knew stopped belonging to her. Now she wakes in the quiet of Violet's domain-a place that smells of ink, iron, and something sweetly rotten. There are no windows. Only Violet's voice, calm and cold, teaching her what silence means. Days bleed into nights that have no name. Fear becomes a rhythm; obedience, a kind of language. Elara tells herself she's waiting to be saved. But every time Violet's eyes find hers, the thought of rescue feels less like hope and more like betrayal. Because the longer she stays, the more she begins to understand: Violet is not merely her captor. She's the gravity that keeps her from breaking apart.

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