LOGINHe 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 pay your respects." And then... he was gone. The corridor was empty again, as if he had never been there at all. I gasped, finally able to move, and stumbled backward, my heart racing. What had just happened? Who was that? And what did he mean—this building belonged to me? My mind raced, desperate to make sense of what I had just experienced, but nothing added up. None of it made sense. I turned, frantic, and that’s when I saw Liam standing right beside me, his flashlight casting long shadows on the walls. He looked at me, concerned, and I blinked, trying to reconcile what I had just seen with the reality of him being there. "Liam?" I whispered, my voice shaky. "Selene?" He frowned, reaching out to steady me. "Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost." I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, I just stood there, staring at him, my mind reeling from the encounter. It couldn’t have been real. It couldn’t. "I... I saw someone," I finally managed to say, my voice trembling. "He was here, Liam. He said... he said they bought this place for me. That it belongs to me now." Liam’s brow furrowed, his expression shifting from concern to confusion. "What are you talking about? There’s no one here but us." He glanced around the corridor, his flashlight sweeping over the walls and the empty space. "Are you sure you didn’t imagine it?" I shook my head, my hands trembling. "No, I didn’t imagine it. He was here. He spoke to me. He said... he said someone is coming for me." My voice broke as the fear I had been holding back threatened to overwhelm me. "Liam, I don’t know what’s happening, but we need to leave. Now." He hesitated, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he gave a small nod. "Alright. Let’s get out of here." His voice was steady, but I could see the worry etched into his features. He didn’t believe me, not really, but he wasn’t going to argue. Not now, at least. We hurried down the stairs, my legs shaking with every step. The house seemed to loom over us, its dark halls and crumbling walls pressing in from all sides. I kept glancing over my shoulder, half-expecting to see the man again, watching us from the shadows. But there was nothing. Just the house. Silent and still. When we finally burst through the front door and out into the cold air, I felt a rush of relief. The sky above was darkening, and the wind had picked up, but at least we were outside. Away from whatever it was that had happened inside. Liam glanced at me as we started walking back toward town, his expression unreadable. "You’re sure you’re okay?" he asked quietly. I nodded, though I didn’t feel okay. I felt like something had shifted—like a line had been crossed and there was no going back. But I didn’t know how to explain it, didn’t know how to make him understand. "Yeah," I said, though my voice didn’t sound convincing, even to me. "I’m fine." But I wasn’t. I could still feel the man’s presence lingering in my mind, his words echoing in my ears. *He will come for you soon.* And I had no idea what that meant, or who "he" was. But I knew one thing for certain: nothing would ever be the same again. I trudged home, trying to shake off the strangeness of the mansion, but the man’s words kept replaying in my head. "We have been waiting for you, milady… the house is yours." Every step seemed to echo with his voice, deep and unsettling, reminding me of those dark eyes that held something beyond my understanding. The streets were empty, the quiet only adding to the heaviness that hung around me. I’d wanted to tell Liam what happened, to explain the eerie feeling that had wrapped around me when the man spoke, but he wouldn’t believe me. He thought I was just spooked by the mansion, and maybe a part of me wished he was right. But now, with every passing minute, the pit in my stomach grew. When I reached the front of my aunt’s house, I stopped, my breath catching. There, sitting on the front step, was a small box. My name was written on it in elegant, swirling letters, the kind you’d see in old books or on ancient artifacts. I glanced around, but the street was deserted. No one had been near the house when I arrived, and yet… the box was there, waiting for me. My fingers twitched as I reached for it, hesitant but drawn in by curiosity. It wasn’t heavy, but the craftsmanship was detailed—ornate carvings along the sides, with patterns I couldn’t place. Something about it felt old, far older than anything that should have been on my doorstep. I slipped it into my bag, unsure what to make of it, and then opened the door.Warmth surrounded me as I stirred awake, the soft glow of morning light spilling through the heavy velvet curtains. My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself staring at Lucifer's sleeping face. He lay beside me, one arm casually draped over his chest, the other resting on the pillow. For a moment, I forgot who he was—what he was—and simply admired the perfection of his features. His face was serene, the sharp planes of his jawline softened in slumber. Dark lashes rested against his pale skin, and the faintest shadow of a smirk tugged at his lips, as if even in sleep he was planning something mischievous. He looked... human. Peaceful. I almost reached out to touch him, to see if his skin was as warm as it looked, but I stopped myself. I had no idea why I was this drawn to him, why I feel so safe in his presence. Shaking off the thought, I slipped out of the bed as quietly as I could. The last thing I needed was for him t
She hesitated for a moment, then gave me a small, timid smile before leaving The room fell silent once more, the air lighter now that she was gone. I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. Selene’s name lingered on my tongue, a silent promise I couldn’t bring myself to say aloud. She was mine, and I would do whatever it took to protect her—even if it meant protecting her from the parts of myself I could never truly escape. LUCIEN SMILED The amber glow of the bar's low-hanging lights bathed everything in a haze of warmth. My fingers drummed absently against the polished wood of the counter, the rhythmic taps lost beneath the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. I swirled the dark liquid in my glass, staring into its depths as though the answers to all my questions could be found there. I had been sitting here for hours, unmoving, but my mind was anything but still. A st
She nodded, her cheek brushing against my skin. “She was… alone. laughing, she wants me dead.” “Dreams can be strange things,” I said carefully, my fingers tracing idle patterns on her back. “Sometimes they’re nothing more than the echoes of a restless mind.” “It didn’t feel like just a dream.” She tilted her head up to look at me, her eyes searching mine. “Do you think she was real?” Real? The question was heavier than she realized. “Sleep, Selene,” I said softly, my hand moving to cup the back of her head, gently guiding her back to my chest. “We can talk about it in the morning.” She wanted to protest—I could feel it in the way her body tensed—but exhaustion won out. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breathing evening out as sleep finally claimed her. I waited. Even after her grip on my bare skin slackened, even after the rhythm of her breaths became slow a
Her smile widened, impossibly so. "I came back to hug you," she said, tilting her head to the side. I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to believe what I was seeing. My heart pounded painfully against my ribs as I tried to convince myself it was a hallucination, a leftover trick of my imagination. But the cold didn’t dissipate. The room didn’t return to normal. And then I felt it. Tiny, ice-cold hands gripped my shoulders. My eyes flew open, and there she was—standing in the tub, water lapping against her ankles. Her smile was still plastered on her face, but up close, her features were more horrifying. The pale skin on her cheeks cracked like porcelain, and her sharp yellow teeth glinted in the bathroom light. "Get off me!" I screamed, trying to push her away, but I couldn’t move. Her small hands felt like iron clamps, holding me in place. No matter how much I struggled, her grip didn’t falter.
She shook her head, a faint smile on her lips. “You can’t just go around claiming people like they’re possessions.” “I can, actually,” I said, a smirk tugging at my lips. “It’s one of the perks of being the devil.” Selene splashed water in my direction, and I laughed, dodging it effortlessly. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, though there was no real heat in her words. “And you’re stubborn,” I shot back. She tilted her head, her expression softening slightly. “Do you ever get tired of playing this role?” “What role?” “This whole ‘I’m the devil, I’m untouchable, I don’t care about anything’ act,” she said, her gaze piercing. I stilled, her words striking a nerve I hadn’t expected. For a moment, I didn’t respond, letting the silence stretch between us. “It’s not an act,” I said finally, my voice quieter than before.
“Yes, you are,” I said, chuckling. “But you’re a cute mess.” She blinked at me, surprised by my words. Before she could respond, I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “You’re so cute,” I murmured against her skin. She froze for a moment, her breath hitching. When I pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, and she stared at me as if I had just told her the secrets of the universe. “I—” she started, but her words faltered. “Come on,” I said, standing and offering her my hand. “Let’s get you home.” She hesitated for a moment before placing her hand in mine. Her touch was warm and delicate, and I found myself lingering as I helped her to her feet. As we began walking again, her mood seemed to lift slightly. She glanced up at me, her earlier tears replaced by a shy smile. “You think I’m cute?” she asked, her voice teasing but tentative.
Lila Voss turned the deadbolt at 11:47 p.m. The click was a finality she looked forward to every single day. Behind her, the city lights of Lagos bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, bruised shadows across the hardwood. The glow looked like spilled ink, staining the expensive fur
The fourth night, there was no teasing. There were no games, no silk ropes, and no long, whispered monologues designed to make her head spin. The air in the room felt different the moment he stepped through the glass—heavier, charged with a blunt, honest hunger that did away with the need for a slow
On the third night, he didn't come empty-handed. When he stepped through the balcony door, the city lights behind him seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the shadow of him and the small, dark bundle he held in one hand. Lila’s breath caught in her lungs, a sharp, hitching sound that ech
He came at 12:03 a.m. exactly. Lila had spent the last hour watching the digital clock on her nightstand, the red numbers burning into her retinas. She had been naked for a long time, the air in the room beginning to feel heavy and static. Her heart was hammering so hard she could feel the thud o







