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I shifted my chair next to him so I could see the page, maybe a little too closely because I saw his body tense up for a moment. "See? Here they start talking about archangels, then a few pages later they talk about demons and hell." I pointed at the pictures followed by the long paragraphs. "They look so pretty," I said as I looked at the page with the beautiful white creatures, then at him, and his eyes lit up again, but this time they were yellow. "How—how about demons?" he stuttered a little, and I turned to the next page.

He might kick me out and I would just die. “This is amazing,” I managed to whisper, still breathless at the sight. “You like it?” “Like it?” My amazement hung in my voice, and I spun on my heels to face Dante, who was leaning at the door. “Are you kidding me? I am in love with it. It’s like heaven on earth.” The corner of Dante’s lips twitched. “The best part is that more than half of the books are horror, thriller and paranormal.” “No fricken way!” My jaw dropped, and I held back the girlie squeal that hung in my throat. And I thought this place couldn’t get any better.

Her red hair was growing pale and dull – almost as grey as her skin. “Beta Roger, who is this girl?” “It’s ironic that her name is Angel when that Demon-hybrid showed her to her doom. Now she will be an angel of Hell or not even that. As you know, the souls of those who die consumed by dark magic are forever lost. She won’t ever make it to heaven or hell,” he said casually, his eyes still fixed on his phone. So that was what Elijah was: a Demon-hybrid. Yet our Alpha did his bidding. How I wish I was brave enough to take my family and leave this pack. Except it wasn’t that easy, and I was too tired.

“But for months that I’ve been with you, I got to knew you better. You’re not like them.” I looked away when I spoke. “Are you done now?” When I turned to him I could see the shock in his eyes. “What . . .” “In your revenge? You’re done? My parent’s company is now under your name. You won. You’re happy now? My mother. . . she is dead. Is it because of you?” he didn’t speak as his jaw tensed. “You’re such a monster. I can’t be with you anymore! Be with your women! After all, that’s what you’re good at, right? That’s where you excel at being a demon!”

I didn't want to use this kind of trick for him but I'm too tired of fighting him and I want to end this day for both of us. I once read the prophecy of Apollo about a cambion who killed the hybrid vampire named Damsel in the form of Damon Salvatore. At first for me, it's just a tale but I didn't even think that I was the cambion in that book. I'm not sure about the details but it's said there that, to kill the hybrid Incubus vampire, the cambion who destined to kill him will pull his heart out from his chest. It's all in my mind while he was almost in my face.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Perhaps in a morbidly amusing fashion, it was how much her presence reminded me a lamb playing games in a Lion's lair, asking to be slaughtered on a whim. Perhaps it was the manner in which that tight leather dress of hers hugged out every ample curve of her body, leaving a hard imprint in my mind on just how ravishing she'd look underneath. The red of her lips. The blue innocence to her eyes. The golden locks that fell in waves down her shoulder. Or maybe, it had to be how easily she reminded me of her. How effortlessly Angel embodied that light I'd once tainted in another. Whatever it was exactly, it called out to my demons in ways I couldn't resist. In ways I knew would be our ruin.

And for a minute, I just sit there, glaring at the ceiling like it owes me rent. Then, I glance to my right. And there it is. The only good thing about today. Devil’s Muse. A thick, absolutely sinful romance novel I pulled from the stack of books Janet got from the hospital library. The kind that has zero shame and maximum plot twists. The kind that doesn’t ask me to heal or forgive myself or do the inner work. No. This book asks me to shut up and watch the enemies-to-lovers pair absolutely ruin each other emotionally and then physically—with very vivid, very illegal levels of detail.

A deal with a devil is equal to inviting hell before death. _______________________________________ Alright, guys before you exit the chapter kindly read this paragraph. I need your support guys. Please help me. My other book called Damon's Possession is being copied word to word by some shameless person who shamelessly refusing that she has copied my work. So it's a humble request please go to Mangatoons and report a book Dark Romance by Slave of almighty. Report the book it's a word to word copy of my Damon's Possession. The lady didn't even care to change a lot of names of characters and also it's a copy-paste of my book.

Her stare turned into glares and she put on a sick smile on her face. "Oh look who's here! My lovely cousin!" she exclaimed, sarcasm dripping in each and every words she said. Ace turned to look at me and his eyes widened when he realized that I, Angel, was standing in front of him. "I'm so pleased to see you again" she said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. "The feeling is mutual, Satan" I replied coolly and stood straight making my way to the balcony, next to Ace. My cheeks reddened when i realized that Ace was checking my dress. His eyes raked over my body shamelessly and he smirked.