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The Devil's Juliet #WITWContest
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Complete, First published Aug 16
✨  This story is for #WITWContest ✨
Prompt: Accidentally Summoned A Demon Boyfriend.
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 2000/2000

This story's still growing 🌹 Should I keep going? Let me know in the comments what you'd love to see next.

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"I only meant to light a candle. Instead, I lit up Hell."

Juliet only prayed for one thing: a boyfriend. She didn't expect Heaven to answer... with a demon. Kaelith.

One wrong prayer, one flicker of flame, and suddenly she's face to face with a creature bound in chains and shadow. He's dangerous, gorgeous, and very much not supposed to be here-yet he's staring at her like she's the one thing he's been waiting centuries to find.

Now she has a choice: banish him back to Hell... or fall for the devil she never meant to summon.

A gothic short story full of fire, temptation, and fate.

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"She prayed for love. God sent her Hell's finest."

"He was bound to Hell. She was bound to him."

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