Hell's Heartbeat follows Olivia Carter, a fiercely independent woman who's tired of playing it safe. When her best friend Margo drags her to Las Vegas for a wild girls' weekend, Olivia promises to let loose for once. What she doesn't expect is to end up at The Sinfire, an opulent casino-nightclub that seems to breathe - alive with heat, temptation, and something darker humming beneath its golden lights.
The owner of the Sinfire is Lucifer Morgenstern, the charming, razor-tongued ruler of Hell who's traded fire and brimstone for luxury and vice. He feeds off the energy of sin - greed, lust, desire - and his demons run the floor, ensuring that every soul who walks through the doors leaves a little piece of themselves behind. Lucifer takes pride in control; nothing escapes his grasp... until Olivia.
She's not like the others. Her sarcasm cuts through his charm, and her stubborn defiance stirs something he thought long buried - curiosity, and maybe even something dangerously close to love. As their connection deepens, Lucifer's empire begins to fracture. His demons whisper of weakness, his rivals circle, and Hell itself trembles at the thought of its king falling for a mortal.
Caught between temptation and redemption, Olivia must decide if she can trust the Devil's heart - and Lucifer must determine if he's willing to risk eternity for the first woman who makes him feel human.
Because in Las Vegas, love isn't just a gamble... it's Hell's heartbeat.
Stay with us - Straykids OT8 Fanfiction - Shapeshifter AU
29 parts Ongoing
29 parts
Ongoing
-Shapeshifter Au-
Rain was hitting the windows of every nearby building and prompting the pedestrians to keep their heads under their umbrellas, hurrying home and not even looking at the storefront of your café.
Why had your boss even scheduled you for a shift tonight?
With weather like this, anyone craving hot chocolate would rather drink it at their own place. Sitting behind the counter and sulking, you decided to make a cup of coffee for yourself, no customer would come tonight anyway.
Little did you know, but the kind of "shift" that was coming had nothing to do with work.
You cleaned the counter and tables, packed your bag, and used your own key to lock up the café.
Your body froze when you heard what sounded like whimpers in the alley next to the café. The streetlights cast long shadows, making it impossible for you to see clearly when you stepped forward.
You let out a shriek as your phone slipped from your hand and hit the ground.
A man was crouched down, his back facing you, but a dim light let you catch a glimpse of the blood soaking his back and shoulders.
He turned around and you recognized him right away.
His eyes. His hair. His freckles.
Felix was standing right in front of you.