DIABOLIC SERIES 1
Simply put, this story is about a boy who calls himself the Devil and a girl who has gone through hell.
Being 'happy' doesn't come as easy to Emma Carter as the people around her tell her it should. There's glimpses of it, there's things she finds funny, but actual happiness? She wasn't sure if that existed. Healthy coping mechanisms were never something she was taught, even after trauma and grief change her daily life.
To say the very least, Emma Carter was reckless with her own life.
That wasn't exactly something that Xavier Wolf liked.
The Wolf boy, true to his name, was a feral force of nature not many liked to taunt. While his mouth got him in trouble and his fists got him arrested, his heart earned him the girl that sat in the back of his photography class, even if he's convinced he's no good for her.
A girl Xavier knew he'd protect, even when the worse of his dark thoughts came to pass.
That's without knowing about the darkness in Emma's own mind.
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"I'm at the point of exhaustion in my life, where I need a stronger word than fuck." Emma sighs, cheek resting on her fist.
Xavier Wolf smirks, leaning back in his chair. "Aren't you adorable."
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket.
My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real.
My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?"
The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings.
"No" he whispers.
"I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim.
But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow.
His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me.
His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one.
My tears.
My pain.
My silence.
All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him.
He came because he chose to.