The daughter of the devil |18+|

The daughter of the devil |18+|

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Wizarding World: Harry Potter
"You shouldn't have to change for anyone. And neither should I." I'm Nadia Morningstar. I'm the daughter of a witch and the one and only Lucifer. My life was pretty normal, I went to Hogwarts with my best friend Luna and I was dating this amazing guy until one day a met a wizard that change my mind on what I want in life. -Because that would be to easy darling- he walked behind me, lowering down to my ear, caressing my arm with one finger -you see my lovely Nadia you're mine and I won't let anybody have what's mine. Do you understand- The coldness of his voice only made me nervous in a blink of an eye he grabbed his wand and pointed to a random person. -Avada Kedavra- he said kill another person. -Tom!- I yelled Book #1 Started: February17 2021 Finished: jun 27 2021
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Accident

I killed my friends and it's my fault. But feels unexpectedly euphoric... Kyra is the Devils daughter but she doesn't know it. Soon she meets Coen (a guy with a rich history and inhumanly talents), little do they know what's in store for them. "I have just stabbed my favourite teacher. What is wrong with me. There's blood coming out of her chest, more and more as her heart pumps. But it's already too late because I see my scissors sticking up from her ribs as I feel unnaturally good. All of the guilt has somehow oozed out of me. I remember that I feel good only after the person has died so she must be dead. There is silence for about 10 seconds then everyone starts screaming and runs to the other side of the room to me. I don't know why but this is kinda fun. I slowly walk towards them, smirking, as the guy who bullied me for me whole life is shaking and grabbing onto his best friends shoulders. I'm not going to hurt them but it is fun torturing them. He has made my life miserable for 11 years so I'm not going to leave without out evening out the mental and physical indents he has had on my life. All those sleepless nights of crying, cut and bruises he has given me. I continue to walk even closer, everyone has started to back slowly away from him. He lets out a stupid high-pitched scream as I whisper to him." I swear I'm not a psychopath.

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