Grace Ross had everything she needed in life, a steady job, kids, and happiness, until it was snatched away from her so fast it took everything in her to catch herself before she falls, she desperate now, shes looking, but failed in what she looking for, there's only one way to get her precious treasure back, even if it means selling her soul, little did she know she was selling her soul to a demon who'll give her what she wants, only if she gets it on with the devil
Jason "Devil" Collision was angry he had to cancel his sex date to watch over a brat who wouldn't stop clinging to him, but stuff gets interesting when a woman with a head full of massive curls and beautiful brown skin, comes wheeling into his life, he decided to play with his food before eating it, he didn't had a heart, he doesn't give two fucks about anything, so why does his chest tighten when he realizes everything about her was a lie
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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.