LOGIN𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀I didn’t understand what Demon meant, but suddenly the air inside the living room felt too thick to breathe in.I needed to leave.I don’t want to watch anymore. It was a mistake to partake in it in the first place. But how was I supposed to know it’s an adult movie? I thought it was just a regular movie, given the way it was being talked about.Anyone would do anything to watch this movie, but I wasn’t anymore. Mom didn’t raise me this way. All my life, I have never watched something like this before because she detects everything I do.Demon didn’t find the movie awkward. Of course he wouldn’t. I still haven’t forgotten Manon and Zenia’s words about how he has slept with a lot of girls.To him, scenes like this were probably normal.But to me—my heart was practically trying to tear out of my chest.I sprang up from the couch, refusing to watch anymore.“I’m going to my room,” I muttered quickly.I tried walking past him, but before I could take another step, his hand caug
𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀 “What are these?” Demon asked the moment I dragged him toward the dining table.We were finally back inside the house after standing in each other’s arms for so long that I had completely lost track of time.I gave him a big smile, which I obviously know he wouldn’t reciprocate. “It’s dinner,” I said softly. “I can’t cook, so I bought it hours ago while waiting for you to come home. It would be a shame to let all this food go to waste.”“I know it’s dinner. I’m not blind.” His cold eyes swept over the table before returning to me. “Why is it here?”“I want us to eat together,” I replied.“I’m not hungry,” he tried to walk away from me, but I held him back.“I spent a lot buying dinner. You shouldn’t ditch it.” I muttered with a pout.He slowly looked down at my hand on him before lifting his eyes back to mine. “The money you brag about spending belongs to me. You haven’t returned my card, remember?” he lifted his eyebrows.My fingers instantly moved to my earlobe in embarr
𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉My eyes batted as I slowly opened them to find Papillon sleeping beside me on the floor. My arms were wrapped around her waist.She was sleeping gently.Morning had already come. The rain was still falling in a soft, steady drizzle, tapping gently against the windows—but the thunder… the thunder was gone.I shut my eyes tightly, recalling how vulnerable I was last night.Papillon saw me.Not the man everyone fears.Not Logan Hellfire.She saw him—the fragile little boy I buried so deep I thought he was long dead.She saw the weaknesses behind the devilish person I had turned myself into.I was scared of thunder—not because of the sound it always makes, but because of what it brings back.Every single thing that broke me as a child happened under a thunderstorm.I don’t feel that trauma when it only rains. When it’s just rain without the thunderstorm, I’m okay, but when the rain comes with thunderstorms, I am not.I thought I could get over it. I thought I was over it, but w
𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀I was still slung over Demon’s shoulder when we got home. He didn’t put me down—no matter how much I yelled, kicked, or protested. Eventually, I was the one who gave up.Demon wasn’t the type of person to start a competition with. He does only what he wants to do, and not what anyone tells him.Always unpredictable.I can never know what runs through his mind. Whenever I think he’d do something, he ends up doing the opposite.“We are home now, aren’t you going to put me down?” I murmured when we were a few steps away from the entrance of his house.“Stop talking,” he said, smacking my ass.“Ouch.” I flinched, heat rushing to my face. Without thinking, I bit the crook of his neck in retaliation.“Are you asking for a death wish?” he said, and I laughed.“Abbie.” I suddenly heard Ruby’s voice.Demon stopped walking, and he finally set me down. My feet barely steadied beneath me as I looked up… and saw her. She was sitting a few feet away from me, but she eventually walked up
𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀My fingers kept hovering over my phone screen as I waited for Demon's reply. This was my first time wearing jeans—and for some reason, it mattered. I needed to know if I looked good. If he thought I looked good.I was so used to wearing long dresses and skirts that it feels awkward wearing jeans. Though I have always wanted to dress like this, but Mom was always on my case, so I got used to dressing like a reverend sister.Manon and Zenia weren't with me. It would've been a lot easier. They would've laughed, hyped me up, spun me around, told me I looked amazing—even if I didn't.I called them and invited them to shop with me, but they gave me excuses. Manon said she had work to do, while Zenia claimed she was busy helping Pacard out.I knew they made up those excuses because they didn't want to hang out with me.I don't blame them.I understood them. They didn't want to be involved in anything that has to do with Demon. If they had never befriended me, they would've never c
𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉Pierre and Ox weren’t in the Onyx Room when I arrived. It was quiet, but somehow, it was exactly what I needed. A place where no one would speak. Where no one would look at me. Where no one would dig into things better left buried.Papillon’s words kept echoing in my head—sharp and relentless, like a blade that refused to dull.She reminded me… that I was birthed by the worst parents on earth.It wasn’t her fault. She didn’t know. She couldn’t possibly know.She thinks her mom is the worst parent on earth. Maybe to her… Regina is the worst parent on earth.But to me, Regina was just… a beginner. A learner, in terms of being a bad parent.My parents?They were monsters who mastered it.I was born in North Carolina. I’m an American, but I grew up in almost all parts of the world thanks to the people who called themselves my parents.Lynn and Thiago.How can I ever forget the name of those two?It was impossible to forget their names. The name of my parents. They were the foun







