The next day, as the sun rose above the horizon, Olivia opened her eyes and determinedly ran her fingers through her auburn hair. It was time to get back to work. She knew she had to start somewhere, and there was no better place than her coffee shop. Her coffee shop was her pride and joy. She had worked hard to make it a success, and even when times got tough, she held onto her dream. But now, after all the grief and sadness, Olivia was determined to make it work. The only problem was that, for a while, it had been her best friend Grace who had been running it while Olivia was grieving. Now she had to take up the reins. Accepting that it was time to move on, Olivia quickly dressed and began to make preparations for the day. She need to work diligently. After all, there is a lot of cleaning and restocking shelves and setting up t
Olivia's breath caught in her throat as she gazed upon the figure standing before her. It was him, Azazel, the man she had been dreaming about for months. He exuded a captivating aura, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. His chiseled jawline and piercing dark eyes were as alluring as ever, and his wavy hair fell perfectly in place, as if it had been carefully arranged by a skilled hairstylist. He was dressed in a finely tailored tuxedo that hugged his body in all the right places, emphasizing his broad shoulders and trim waist. The shoes he wore were so polished that they shone like precious opals in the dim light. As he flashed her a charming smile, Olivia felt her heart skip a beat, and she struggled to steady her breathing.He was handsome, but not like a model or anything. There was a ruggedness to him. His eyes were a dark almond shape. His eyebrows wagged up and down as if dancing to some unheard music.The man standing before her was indeed Azazel, looking as handsome a
Throughout the day, Olivia's mind was a chaotic swirl of anticipation, anxiety, and uncertainty. The upcoming party weighed heavily on her thoughts, its looming presence casting a shadow over her usual composure. This was no ordinary soirée; it was an event orchestrated by Azazel, a captivating demon prince with an aura of mystique that both intrigued and unnerved her.As she sat at her desk, attempting to concentrate on her work, Olivia's eyes repeatedly wandered to her phone, as if hoping for a distraction from the whirlwind of emotions inside her. Each notification sent a jolt of excitement through her veins, but it was quickly replaced by a tinge of apprehension. What would Azazel's message say? Would it hold clues about the true nature of the party, or would it only add to her mounting confusion?She does not understand how he feels for Azazel, but she knows and understands that their connection seemingly defying the boundaries of their different worlds. However, that same connec
The sleek sports car carved through the labyrinth of the city’s nocturnal landscape like a metallic beast on the hunt, the engine growling in tune with Olivia's raw nerves. She sat coiled in the passenger seat, a compact bundle of anxiety and anticipation, hyper-aware of Azazel's smoldering gaze piercing her side. She didn’t dare return his look, fearing that if their eyes met, she'd betray the wild cacophony of emotions thundering within her. Instead, her gaze roamed beyond the car’s tinted windows, trying to anchor herself in the blur of passing cityscape. She tried to slow the sprinting beat of her heart, a futile attempt at bringing tranquility to her tempestuous mind.Minutes that felt like agonizing eternities rolled past until the car, obedient to Azazel's will, rolled to a leisurely stop. The facade of an incredibly grand, luminous mall loomed before them, a beacon of opulence amidst the city's nocturnal gloom.Bewilderment clouded Olivia's hazel eyes as she took in the unexpe
Once the meticulous application of her makeup was complete, Olivia was gently guided back to the main floor of the boutique, where the three selected dresses awaited her. Each dress, a masterpiece in its own right, hung from the silver rack with an air of tantalizing elegance.The first dress that caught Olivia's eye was a concoction of brilliant blues, reminiscent of the midnight sky. Crafted from cascades of ethereal silk chiffon, it boasted a structured bodice encrusted with an array of sapphire and aquamarine crystals, their facets catching the soft light and reflecting back hues of azure and indigo. The skirt of the gown spilled out like a waterfall, the delicate layers of fabric rippling with a mystique that was as mesmerizing as the deep sea. When she ran her fingers over the fabric, it felt as smooth and cool as water slipping through her fingers.Next was a silver dress that exuded an otherworldly grace. The bodice was a dense tapestry of intricate silver lace, its threads in
As the reassuring silence settled in the room, Azazel's gaze wandered around, eventually landing on a corner of the boutique that was curtained off. With an elegant flick of his hand, he beckoned one of the attendants and requested something that made Olivia's eyes widen in surprise."Bring the jewelry," he ordered, his voice sending a ripple of anticipation through the room. The attendant nodded, disappearing behind the curtain and returning moments later with an extravagant display of what seemed to be an endless array of precious accessories.Olivia could only stare, her mouth falling open in pure surprise at the sight before her. Jewelry of every kind was spread out on velvet trays, each piece more beautiful than the last. Rings, bracelets, necklaces, and earrings - all glowed with a light that was almost magical. Tiny diamonds, bright sapphires, and deep red rubies were carefully set into the jewelry, each one catching the soft light and making the whole room twinkle. The differe
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Olivia sat quietly at the back of the chapel, her eyes fixed on the wooden casket in front of her. Her grandmother, the only family she had left, lay motionless inside. The funeral service had just begun, but Olivia had already grown weary of the sympathetic glances and whispered condolences from those around her.Olivia remembered the happy times she spent with her grandmother, the times when she would tell her stories of angels and demons. She would describe how some angels would come down from the heavens to guide and protect mortals, while others would be cast out for their pride and arrogance, becoming demons.One of her grandmother's favorite stories was about a demon prince who had fallen in love with a mortal woman. The prince had promised to help the woman exact her revenge on those who had wronged her, but in return, she had to bear his child. Olivia used to listen to this story with rapt attention, never realizing how much it would resonate with her own life.As she walked