"Then... Can I eat you?"Aleister licked his lips and stared at her with curious eyes. Ruby gulped and quickly answered."Definitely not. But if you really want to, I can prepare a meal for you upstairs." Aleister seemed to contemplate this for a while.

"From now on, I'm going to live here with you." Aleister declared as he sat opposite her on the breakfast table.The demon had suddenly popped back in after three days at four in the morning. He caused quite a ruckus downstairs that Ruby thought that he was a thief, so she went down only in her lavender slip with black laces and nearly sliced him with her scythe but he blocked the blade with his bare hand while eating a leftover sandwich, unfazed by her sudden attack.

"Rubisviel?" the said girl walking out of the building turned around to see who had addressed her and saw her auburn-haired mage friend waving enthusiastically at her after seeing her face. A smile graced her lips as she waved back to her friend."Morning, Geneva." she greeted as the mage walked closer to her.Geneva Violet Bellthorne is the second daughter of the Bellthorne House, one of the richest, most famous, noble familie

Leanna Venice sat inside a cafe watching the people pass by outside the window. Her phone vibrated in her hand signaling a new text and she instantly opened it to see if it was from the person she was just thinking about. She closed her eyes for a bit, debating whether or not to still check it out if it was really from him or just a spam text from the service provider. She sighed before checking the message, curiosity finally getting to her."Hey sis, since ur out mind buying me and Heriette a piece of cake? Love u"

After Gallen left Ruby didn't miss the sad look on Leanna's face as she watched him leave. She soon noticed tears pouring out of her eyes. The witch couldn't think of an insult to throw at her because she herself knew what it was like to see the man that you love happy with someone else. How he seemed happier with her more than he ever did with you and it makes you feel inadequate and pathetic. The feeling is crushing and it makes you feel hollow and empty like a pretty shell abandoned by the beach, being repeatedly hit by the harsh waves that slowly break you down and bury you under the rough sand deeper and deeper and deeper unless you pull yourself together and be just like the waves trying to destroy you. Waves are relentless and resilient regardless of