Lucifer's Captive Bride

I’ve never felt truly alone, not since the accident. There’s always been something—someone—watching me. I can’t explain it, but it’s there. A shadow in the corner of my vision, a chill that creeps down my spine when I’m alone in the house. I remember that day like it was yesterday, no matter how hard I try to forget. The screeching tires, the glass shattering, the smell of burning rubber. I remember crawling from the wreckage, my heart pounding, and seeing him—just standing there in the distance, watching. I’ve told myself a thousand times that it wasn’t real, that it was just my mind playing tricks on me. But that cold feeling, the way his eyes seemed to hold mine even from far away—I’ll never forget it. It’s been seven years since the accident, and sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, that same cold creeping through me. I hear footsteps in the halls when there’s no one else around. I see shadows move when they shouldn’t. I shake it off most da

The foyer was enormous, far bigger than I expected. The ceilings stretched so high I could barely make out the top, lost in shadow. There was a grand staircase right in the center, winding its way up to the second floor like something out of a gothic painting. The banisters were carved with intricate designs, delicate spirals that looked as though they’d been crafted by a master long ago. But now they were worn, covered in a thick layer of dust that made the whole place feel... forgotten.Spider webs stretched across the corners of the room, some of them so thick and dense that they looked like lace curtains. They draped from the chandelier overhead—an enormous piece with countless crystals that should have sparkled but were now dull and clouded with dirt. A few of the crystals had fallen, their shattered remains scattered on the floor beneath. The walls were lined with faded wallpaper that must have been beautiful once, but now it was peeling, curling at the edges like dead skin. Port

He didn’t seem bothered by my denial. Instead, he simply smiled, a cold, knowing smile that sent a wave of dread crashing over me. “He will come for you soon,” the man continued, his voice as calm as if he were discussing the weather. “You should pay your respects.”he mumble " you have grown more beautiful, he will be pleased " I tried to step back again, but my body wouldn’t move. It was like I was frozen in place, trapped by the weight of his gaze. The air around me felt thick, oppressive, like it was pressing down on me from all sides. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. As I watched, the man began to walk backward, slowly, his form fading into the shadows with each step. His presence seemed to vanish with him, the air around me growing lighter as he retreated. But his words hung in the air, thick and heavy, filling the space he left behind. "He will come for you soon," he repeated, his voice echoing in the empty corridor, even as his figure disappeared completely. "You should

As I shifted uncomfortably, a chill ran down my spine. I wasn’t alone. My gaze darted to the side, and there he was again—the shadowy figure. He didn’t sit on the stone bench, but instead, lingered just at the edge of the garden, barely visible in the dim light. His form was less defined this time, his features blurry and shrouded in darkness. But his presence was unmistakable. "Little girl," he called softly, his voice drifting through the air like a whispered secret. I couldn't see his eyes, but I could feel them on me, watching, assessing. "You look troubled again." And finally, I got a glance of his face, just once He was unlike anyone I had ever seen. His hair was dark as midnight, falling in soft waves around his face, and his eyes... they were something else entirely. At first glance, they seemed red, glowing faintly in the soft light, but the longer I looked, the more they seemed to shift, changing colors like a kaleidoscope. Reds, golds, and blacks swirled in his gaze, capt

“Selene,” he said softly, his voice serious again. “You know I’m always here for you, right? No matter what.” I swallowed, feeling a lump form in my throat. I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I just nodded. He was always there—he always had been—and I knew I didn’t deserve him, not really. But the thought of losing him, of things changing between us, terrified me more than I cared to admit.“Thanks, Liam,” I whispered, not sure what else to say. I hoped he could see the gratitude in my eyes, the silent appreciation for everything he’d done for me. He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Anytime.” The moment stretched between us, heavy with things left unsaid, until finally, I broke the silence. “I had a strange dream last night,” I admitted, feeling a mix of vulnerability and a strange urge to share. “Like… really strange.” His brows furrowed in concern. “What was it about?” I hesitated, trying to find the words. “I was in this garden, but it was unlike any garden I’d ever