ππππππππ πππππ (ANGEL)
Older. Scary. Silent.
Damon Lars was always lurking in the shadows, a sinister presence that scared me. It would be oblivious for me not to notice him even in the darkest areas. He was there. Maybe invisible to others, not to me. My brother's best friend, Damon, was notorious for his dark reputation. While I immersed myself in books, I could feel his gaze upon me.
Sometimes, I feel him notice me too.
No one knows what happens when all my brother's friends are busy. I saw him.
Every day.
And I vowed to keep my mouth shut.
My secret.
And his.
STELLA RUSSEL (PRINCESS)
Rich. Entitled. Bratty.
That was me, and I'm proud.
I hated Grayson Meadows. He constantly treated me as if I were a spoiled rich brat - which I was - our fathers being business partners made us around each other a lot. Despite his mocking, he always protected me, causing me to feel uneasy in his presence. If I harbor such animosity towards him, why do I find myself concerned for him too?
I hate him.
But I fucking need him more.
LILIANA ROSELINE (DOLLFACE)
Jaxon's intense gaze always sent shivers down my spine, as if he could see right through me. He was Marci's violent older brother, a brooding figure with a penchant for chaos. Danger seemed to emanate from him like a dark aura. Yet, amidst his menacing aura, he would fixate his eyes on me, as if I were the epitome of perfection.
But could a girl, so perfect, ever be enticed by a man like him? Yes, because I'm so deep down in love with him.
AVERY RAVEN (LITTLE DEVIL)
Alessio, the loud figure, refers to me as the 'little devil' and feigns animosity towards me. He says he hates me a lot. However, deep down, I am aware that his feelings are quite the opposite. In the dead of night, when the world slumbers, he clandestinely dials my number on each of my birthdays, evoking an unsettling sensation within me.
Until last summer, when everything went south and I ruined Alessio's life
"You're a devil," she whispered, her voice raw and filled with a mix of anger and desire.
Dimitrio chuckled, the sound deep and resonant, reverberating through her like a bass note in a symphony of seduction. "And aren't you this devil's heaven?," he breathed against her skin, his mouth moving to her neck, his teeth scraping lightly against her flesh. She shivered, her body responding to him.
"Monster," she swore at him again, the word a whisper that held no real heat. Her voice was a tremble, a soft protest that was lost in the sea of passion that surrounded them.
He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Call me whatever you want, as long as you come screaming my name." His voice was a dark promise, the arrogance in his tone sending a fresh wave of heat through her.
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Under moon's dark veil,
Princess shivers, devil grins.
He takes her to wail,
Hell turns heaven as night spins.
The devil's heart became her throne
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When Greek mafia don Dimitrios Valentzas plans on stealing one of the mysterious Emerald in the world, he doesn't expect to take an additional souvenir - Royal Princess Nakshathra Varma.
In the course of events he unleashes a deadly game of power, loyalty, and desire. Like Hades claiming Persephone, Dimitrios is drawn to Nakshathra's spirit and light, but will their forbidden love be the key to their salvation or destruction?