******The female opened her eyes slowly only to find herself staring at an unfamiliar black wall.She groaned softly and stood up from the bed while staring at room but it looked so unfamiliar to her. Incident of what happened yesterday rushed to her memories.Her heart pounded widely. "I was having a dream right!" She muttered to herself.Staring around, the room itself looked scary. The room was painted with black and the pictures on the wall was nothing but demons.Fear gripped her as she remembered the face she saw. It was so strange, nothing she has never seen before.People always say there will come a day in your life where you will see something you never taught existed and this was clearly her gaze.She gasped in tears as she remembered Lucas in his own pool of blood. She never knew Eros could be so dangerous.No one needed to tell her she was at his place, and she needed to leave else she might have breathing attack just by seeing his face.She opened the door slowly and st
___________People believe humans are the pinnacle of existence, the only creatures to roam this world. But they are wrong-terribly, beautifully wrong. In the shadows where light dares not linger, there are others. They have walked this earth for centuries, their presence woven into the fabric of forgotten myths and whispered nightmares.The demons are not grotesque monsters but breathtakingly alluring-dark poetry made flesh. Their eyes gleam like molten gold, holding secrets that would shatter the fragile human mind. Their voices are velvet shadows, coaxing desires you never knew existed. They carry an aura of power and danger, a magnetic pull that lures mortals closer even as it promises destruction.But demons are not bound by mortal rules. They've lived for hundreds, even thousands of years, shaping empires, toppling kings, and writing their names in the blood of history. They thrive in the chaos of humanity's emotions, feeding off lust, greed, and despair as if they were nectar.
EVANORA MANSION)"This is really crazy! It has been up to 2 month since they broke up and she's getting married... Not just to any man but Eros Kane""Why do I have this feeling she was also cheating on denim because this is just too fast""No offense... I know she's a celebrity but how does she get the connection to meet him""You are all crazy!" She yelled as she turned off the TV .Her phone ranged again but she refused to pick it. 100 missed call from her friends, families and close friends but she don't want to hear what they have to say. "How did I meet the devil" She muttered.The fact that he wasn't a human was scaring her... She has tried to convince herself that this was all a dream but it wasn't.Just then there is a knock on the door. "Ma, denim is here to see you" A maid said.Evanora sighed softly. "I will be downstairs in few minutes" She answered and the sound of footsteps could be heard.******"Denim. What are you doing here?" Evanora asked as she walked downstairs.
Evanora paced around the room as her friends surrounded her asking questions she couldn't even answer."How did you meet him. Oh my gosh! I can't believe you are getting married to the almighty Eros Kane. That one man that the world is scared of. You are lucky bestie" Evelyn said as she chew on her gum and Evanora huffed.Lucky? If only they knew the type of man they were talking about, they would even want to save her away from him. This wasn't what she planned her life to be.... Even though she wanted to get married so badly but not Eros, not a man like him talk more of a demon like him.A man whose darkness leave inside of everyone, a man whose everything was based on evil, nothing but a monster."What's going on with you? Aren't you happy?" Evelyn asked and she just scoffed."Can you girls just leave me please. I just want to be alone" She yelled.The girls stared at each other in surprise but they walked out anyway.Evanora sighed and jumped on the bed trying to fall asleep. She
(EVANORA MANSION) Evanora paced around the room as the maids brought in different gifts from fans and people getting her ready was here.She checked the wall clock and it was just 4 hours to go. "I need to do something" She muttered.She took her phone out and called the number. "Hey Bryan I need you to arrange for my private jet immediately. I want to travel a bit" She said."But miss Eva... "Just do as I say" she said and ended the call.She cannot get married to a control freak, an immortal demon, a man who think he is the best. She cannot marry such.The internet was buzzing as hell... The marriage to to Lucifer, and the incident of denim.Her phone ranged only to see it was a text from the group. "Hey bride, we are already on our way" She read and scoffed."Well before you do that, I will be gone" She muttered.She took her bag and quickly walked out.******"Ma I don't think this is right. It a day to the wedding and you think Eros Kane is Going to let you go?" The young male
---The hall was alive with the energy of celebration, though it felt like a funeral to Evanora. Music blared, laughter filled the air, and glasses clinked in toasts. But to the bride, this wedding was her personal nightmare.Being forced to marry someone was a torment she wouldn't wish on anyone, and the suffocating weight of her wedding gown made it all the more unbearable. Her father stood among the crowd, his expression riddled with pity. He wanted to save her, she could tell, but he didn't dare defy the Kane family. Denim's possessive hand remained draped over Andrea, and Mrs. Morrigan and Sofia stared daggers at her, their hatred palpable.Evanora scoffed under her breath. "Well, I don't mind if you replace me, bitch," she muttered, rolling her eyes at Andrea.Her gaze wandered to the Kane family members scattered across the room. Their aura was a mix of power and danger, a warning to anyone who dared cross them. She felt like prey among predators.Suddenly, a hand slid around h
Before she could react, the kiss deepened. A hot tongue pressed against her lips, insistent and unyielding. She gasped in surprise, instinctively trying to pull away, but the sound was all the invitation the other needed. That tongue slipped in, claiming her mouth with dominating, deliberate strokes. The sensation was foreign, almost too much, but soon heat ignited in her core, spreading like wildfire. Her knees grew weak as his hands scrambled for purchase, clutching the man's shirt. Her body betrayed her, leaning closer, giving in to the unrelenting force of the kiss. The kiss was nothing like what she had imagined from books-gentle, tentative exchanges filled with soft sighs. This was raw. There was no sweetness, no hesitation. It was forceful and utterly demanding, like Eros was claim her.He slowly broke from the kiss while Evanora continue to breath unsteady. He unzipped the gown and pulled it away from her leaving her in just her pant and bra.Evanora tired to cover herself bu
---"Pregnant?" Evanora whispered, her tone a mix of disbelief and rising panic.Her thoughts spiraled uncontrollably as she clutched the test in her trembling hands. The word felt foreign, absurd, and yet glaringly real. How? How could this happen? Her mind raced, searching for answers in the shadows of her memory. And then it hit her-that night with Lucifer.It had been quick, almost surreal, like a fever dream, but now... Now the consequences stood before her, undeniable."Evie? Are you still there?" Santier's voice cut through her spiraling thoughts, snapping her back to the present.Evanora shook her head, trying to focus. "You must be mistaken. This can't be right. There's no way I'm pregnant." Her voice quivered, betraying her fragile composure."Evie, I ran the test twice. It's accurate.""No," she snapped, cutting him off, her voice rising in desperation. "This isn't possible. I can't be-""Why not?" Santier's tone sharpened, tinged with both confusion and concern. "You're hu
---Evanora groaned softly, her body aching as she stirred awake. Her heavy eyelids fluttered open, revealing the familiar, intimidating black wall of Eros's room. A wave of exhaustion swept over her as she tried to sit up, only to collapse back onto the bed with a sharp gasp. A searing pain radiated between her legs, forcing her to bite down on her lower lip."That monster," she hissed through clenched teeth, her voice filled with both anger and pain.A low hum drew her attention, and her heart jumped when she turned her head. There he was-Eros. Sitting across the room in his dark, commanding presence, he appeared utterly unfazed, typing on his sleek laptop. His piercing gaze, however, was fixed solely on her, studying her every movement like a predator assessing its prey.He stood, closing the distance between them with slow, deliberate steps. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight as he leaned closer, brushing a hand over her forehead. "How was your night?" he asked, his voi
---"Because mercy is the one thing I would never grant you," he murmured darkly, his breath ghosting over her lips before claiming them with bruising intensity.Almost like he had been waiting for that moment, the raw hunger was noticed inside of him without even trying because it was visible.He had been craving for her, wanting her ever since the beginning of the day.The hunger was something else as he kissed her.Evanora struggled, her hands pushing against his chest, but her strength was no match for his. In one swift motion, he pressed her back against the cold wall, his fingers gripping her waist like a vice. Her wrists were pinned above her head, his body a solid, immovable barrier against hers.The kiss was anything but gentle-raw, consuming, unrelenting. His lips devoured hers, his teeth nipping with roughness, each bite sending shocks through her body. She gasped for air, her chest heaving, but he allowed her no escape.Desperation clawed at her, and with all the strength
---"I'll just take a shower," Evanora said hurriedly the moment they stepped into the bedroom.Before Eros could respond, she bolted toward the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.Her breaths came in shallow gasps as she leaned against the cold tiled wall, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. Eros's fury was palpable, and she knew better than to underestimate him. The way his golden eyes had burned into hers moments ago made her stomach churn with unease.Her pacing quickened, her bare feet slapping against the floor as she clutched her arms. What do I do? she thought desperately, her pulse thrumming in her ears.A sigh escaped her lips as she turned toward the mirror, only to freeze mid-step. Her reflection wasn't the only thing staring back at her.Eros was there.Leaning casually against the bathroom doorframe, his piercing gaze locked onto her like a predator sizing up its prey.Her eyes widened in horror, and instinctively, she stepped back. The air seemed to thicken, su
"That's an insult I won't tolerate." His lips curved into a dangerous smirk. "If you're so offended, why don't you go over there and slap the woman who dared to touch me?"His challenge, provocative and mocking, hung heavily in the air.The murmurs of the gathered crowd filled the hall, like an undercurrent of waves threatening to break. Evanora's patience snapped."Pretending you didn't like it, huh?" Mirabella sneered, sipping her juice with the same smugness. "Admit it-she's done something for you that I haven't."Evanora saw red. "You-bitch!" she screamed, storming toward Mirabella. Without hesitation, her hand shot out, the slap resounding like a thunderclap across the room.Mirabella's drink spilled, staining her expensive dress. She shrieked, her hand shooting up to retaliate, but it froze midair, as if an invisible force restrained her.Gasps erupted from the onlookers. They looked on in stunned silence, uncertain whether to intervene or stay back. The oppressive energy in the
---"Who disrespected you?" a deep, commanding voice interrupted, its tone smooth yet laced with a dangerous edge. "And... you're pregnant?"The sound sent a shiver down Evanora's spine. Both she and Santier turned sharply toward the voice, their movements stiff with unease.Standing a few feet away was Eros. His tall, imposing figure was framed by the faint glow of the hallway light. He wore a tailored black suit that clung perfectly to his broad shoulders, his hands casually tucked into his pockets as though he had all the time in the world. Despite his relaxed posture, the aura surrounding him was anything but calm. It crackled with tension, his very presence exuding authority and menace.Behind him, his guards loomed like shadows-silent, watchful, and ready to strike at a moment's notice. Their sheer number made the room feel smaller, the air heavier.Evanora's breath hitched as her gaze locked onto Eros. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, her widened eyes betraying the storm
____________Evanora paced the room restlessly, her eyes darting to the clock every few seconds. The rhythmic ticking seemed louder than usual, each passing moment only heightening her anxiety.The sound of a car horn broke her frantic thoughts, and she rushed to the window. A smile spread across her face as she spotted him stepping out of the sleek black car.She hurried to the door but stopped abruptly when she saw him heading upstairs. Gathering her composure, she met him at the foot of the staircase, her excitement bubbling over. "Welcome home, hubby," she said cheerfully, reaching for his suitcase.Leonardo's eyes glinted with mild surprise at her enthusiasm. He hummed a vague reply, allowing her to take the suitcase before walking ahead.Undeterred, Evanora followed him, her voice bright and eager. "How was work today? Was it fun? Were the clients nice?"Leonardo huffed, his tone dry. "Since when do you care so much? If you want something, just say it."Her smile faltered, and s
Andrea opened her eyes slowly, her vision adjusting to the dim light of an unfamiliar black wall. A dull ache throbbed against her skull, forcing a low groan from her lips. She winced, bringing a trembling hand to her temple. Her head was spinning-a cruel souvenir from last night's reckless decisions. The memories were hazy, but the sensation of cold sheets brushing against her skin grounded her in the present.Something was off.Her eyes darted down, and she froze. The clothes she had been wearing were gone, replaced with an oversized black shirt. Panic surged through her veins, icy and unrelenting. Her breathing hitched as dark thoughts began to swirl in her mind.What if he changed my clothes? What if he...? She didn't dare finish the thought.The creak of the door swinging open broke her downward spiral. Andrea's gaze shot up to see Zenon entering the room, a tray of food balanced effortlessly in his hands. His sharp features were unreadable, though a glint of amusement flickered
---"So, how does it feel being married? I mean, it's always been your dream, hasn't it?" The interviewer's tone carried a hint of mockery, her words slicing through the air with a teasing edge.Evanora huffed, doing her best to ignore the jab. "Well, it's been good. Marriage is filled with love and all that," she said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.Lies upon lies! She needed someone to save her from that godforsaken marriage.That's one thing about being a celebrity. You will have to lie so you will keep your popularity and fame intact.The interviewer leaned forward, her expression smug. "Hmmm. Your fans were pretty surprised when you got married just a month after breaking up with Denim. Perhaps you were already cheating on him?"What the heck!Her laugh grated on Evanora's nerves, and she clenched her fists under the table, anger bubbling to the surface. She tried to keep her composure, but it was no use. Rising abruptly, she glared at the woman, her hands itching
---(DRACO CLUB)The Draco Club was alive, pulsating with energy as neon lights bathed the night in a kaleidoscope of colors. Inside, the beat of the music synchronized with the crowd's collective heartbeat, filling the air with electric anticipation. Laughter and murmurs wove through the atmosphere like a seductive undertone. Yet outside, amidst the thrumming vibrancy, Eros stood still, his silhouette stark against the club's chaos.He raised a glass of whiskey to his lips, the amber liquid burning a trail down his throat. But the fiery drink failed to extinguish the inferno in his mind. His thoughts were chained to one name-Evanora.Eros exhaled slowly, the weight of his emotions settling over him like a suffocating shroud. He leaned against the marble railing, eyes scanning the endless sea of people. To them, he was an untouchable force, a man who ruled with an iron fist. But tonight, even that aura of invincibility seemed dimmed.A hand, soft and familiar in its intrusion, slid ov