LOGINThat horrible man was always doing something nasty! She hated how easy it had been to forgive him for tricking her mom into a marriage, for using her to fuck up the world! Damien might as well have been the Devil! And she was willingly fucking said Devil! Honestly, she wasn’t innocent either. Liz
Their morning was spent doing nothing. Damien was keen on reading as many books as possible. She watched him flip through books with worn-out pages, his red eyes taking in the content with great interest. She had leaned closer at some point to see just what kind of thing had caught his interest. B
Liz was a nervous wreck for the rest of the day. Damien had left after their little session, and she didn’t see him again for hours. She was on edge, half expecting to be taken away at any moment. What if Damien truly didn’t want her? Maybe he had already asked someone to come fetch her. Or he mig
Damien said nothing. Elizabeth didn’t push him further. There was still time to enjoy the show. No rush. ⸻ Damien’s tongue dragged slowly along the curve of her neck, gathering the thin, bright line of blood on her skin. Liz shuddered, her hips rolling as she pressed up hard into him. Her hand s
The room had been shrouded in silence for a long time. Kerry glanced between the two people once in a while. Both stared at each other without saying much. This was supposed to be an interrogation, yet it seemed more like an awkward first date. ‘This Damien is truly something else,’ the Nephilim t
Liz looked around the place curiously. Just then, she heard footsteps coming from the bedroom. The Vampire who had occupied her thoughts for a long time made an appearance. Damien was dressed in a white shirt and loose pants. His hair was a bit damp, clearly indicating that he had just come out of
Liz sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clenched in her lap, the morning light pouring through the curtains and turning everything golden. But inside her chest? Everything felt heavy, aching, slow. Her limbs were weak, her vision occasionally blurred, and her head throbbed with a dull, stubborn pa
Liz was tired, and Phoenix was the very last person she wanted to talk to. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t blame him. He was the one who had purchased her with money, brought her here even though he had a fiancée.When thinking about the fierce woman that had confronted her earlier that day, s
When Lord Baylon learned of what had happened, he k ew it would be a matter of time before Damien showed up. Phoenix wouldn't tell him anything. He had been waiting at the entrance ever since he got the report. The moment Damien stormed past the car, Baylon’s face twisted with shame—his estate, his
Liz pressed her face into Damien’s chest, trying to quiet the shaking in her body. His hand moved slowly up and down her back, steady, cold, there was no warmth in him, but she was comforted nonetheless.She thought about when she'd found out about vampires. Her mind was dragging her into the memory







