For A Few Demons More

300 years ago, humankind created their own nightmare. Demons, are originally humans but the lust for power changed them inadequately, this is humans own doing. Around 300 years ago, a large asteroid bombarded the earth's very ground. This is the beginning of the birth of demons. This meteor was large, but out of the blue, a mysterious lifeform is intact in it's very core. A human named Cruzius Akiyoma was intrigued when witnessing these menacing looking creature. He interpret this as a blessing from heaven. He then owned the creature and conducted an experiment. He was surprised when he saw the structure and building blocks of life of this creature. He obsessedly pictured this as a one stepping stone through human evolution. He extracted the DNA of the creature and modified it in able to merged it to human DNA. Without any hesitation he then merged his DNA to the DNA of the creature. He is willing to offer his body to attain his goal, thus sacrificing his body is necessary. After the merging, he was surprised because nothing in particular happened. But, he suddenly felt a surging power circulating through his body. He screamed in pain as his body is gradually changing. Darkness fell upon humans as the scream of the first demon engulfed the sky, seas, forest, and fortress.

What will you do if you learn that all the legends are true? A brother and a sister who lived a normal will be in for a rude AWAKENING.

Sleeping with a random stranger she met at the club was a drunken mistake Kaitlyn hoped to leave in her past, but all that hope went down the drain when she showed up at work the next morning to find out her one night stand was her new boss. She immediately decided within herself to pretend nothing happened but two major factors were going to hinder that. The sexual tension and the boss himself.

She was off-limits. He was forbidden. A reckless bet ignited a love that defied family, secrets and social class. Adina Marisol Rivera had always lived by her carefully mapped plans until she collided with a popular and wealthy playboy,Giovanni Atticus Malvetti. What started as a game of revenge turned into a passion neither of them could resist, dragging them into a world of hidden secrets, family feuds and betrayal. Eight years later, their children and their past forced them back together, proving that some love can’t be broken, no matter the odds.

When her world turned upsidedown, Bella had no choice than to accept the offer to work as a house maid for The Benson's family but literally just for Peter, Mr and Mrs Benson's only son. They needed someone to take good care of their son (NOT BABYSIT) whenever they are away for business trips as usual. As time goes on, Bella became more than a maid to Peter.

Living with my aunt and her family was meant to be a temporary, quiet arrangement just helping out and keeping to myself. On the first day of the new year, while everyone else was out celebrating, I stayed home, enjoying the rare silence and catching up on sleep. But when we ran out of water, I reluctantly stepped outside to fetch some, and that’s when I saw him. He stood by the gate of the house next door, effortlessly commanding attention with just a glance. A smirk played on his lips, and a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes behind his blue-ray glasses. At that moment, he was impossible to ignore. Meanwhile, I felt disheveled and barely awake, my hair was a mess and still shaking off sleep. But he didn’t seem to mind. There was something about him an air of mystery that made me wonder who he was and why he was there. Before I could look away, he spoke, “Hi.” Caught off guard, I managed a quick, “Hi,” while trying to pull myself together. “Can I know your name?” he asked. I hesitated but replied, “I’m Clara,” and kept walking. “Can I have your number?” he called after me. “Just as friends.” I almost refused but reluctantly agreed, entering my number into his phone. “There,” I said, handing it back. “I’ll call you,” he promised with a smile, as I turned to leave. What began as a chance encounter soon became an inexplicable connection. He had secrets, but there was something about him that saw through me, understanding things no one else did. The man I met next door wasn’t just a fleeting stranger,he became the reason I started questioning everything I thought I wanted.

My wife, Violet Miller, was obsessed with cleanliness. Yet I caught her peeling shrimp for a male intern at a dinner party. I demanded a divorce on the spot. Violet stared at me in disbelief. “Daniel is like a younger brother to me. What’s wrong with looking after him? Are you really divorcing me over this?” My heart ached. Maybe... it was time to let go.

I had moved out of our house, but my boyfriend—the one I had given up everything to run away with—had no idea. Neither did his possessive younger brother, the one who used to knock on my door calling for me. My boyfriend's first love had taken up all their attention. They no longer listened when I played the piano. They even forgot about my cat fur allergy and brought that woman's cat home. My boyfriend, Ian Blake, had snapped, "If anyone's leaving, it's you. There's no way Eva's cat is going anywhere." His brother, Sebastian, had said, "Sienna, Eva is my girlfriend. How could I give up her cat for you?" When I woke up in the hospital after going into anaphylactic shock from my allergy, I decided to leave them. Back home, I made my first call to my mother. "Mom, I'm ready to accept the arranged marriage."

“I am not a sex escort!” “Well I’m not asking you to be one” “All you have to do is be mine alone, your bills will all be taken care of while you get paid five hundred dollars a week for upkeep” “It’s the same fucking thing” . “Call it what you choose but we both know you need this” Ivan, a twenty-two year old college student found himself between signing a contract with his dangerous one night stand(William) or getting kicked out of school and loosing the opportunity to save his sisters life. Things definitely took interesting turns as the simple contract began to mean more and more to William and with Ivan crossing part with his first love who just happens to be William’s brother. The twist and truth began unveiling.

On my birthday, I personally prepare 16 dishes. After setting up the candlelight, I open a bottle of red wine. I take a photo and send it to my husband, Eric Sinclair. "I'm working late tonight. Don't wait for me," he replies. I choose to believe him. But after midnight, I notice an Instagram story posted by Shirley Huxley, his secretary. Eric was there with her, dressed in the trench coat I once gave him. They sat side by side in the VIP seat of football stadium where my favorite Super Bowl take place. Entwined in a passionate embrace, they kissed beneath a sea of shimmering lights and the roar of thousands of fans. That game is the one I have always longed to experience with him. I look down at the cold food on the table. Eric's words keep ringing in my head. "I hate kissing." "Marriage is a partnership, not about love and kisses." Though we've been married for ten years, we've never shared a single kiss. Meanwhile, he's out there, kissing Shirley openly and passionately. Despite it all, not a single tear falls from my eyes. The next day, Eric settles into his chair, completely unfazed. "Return the gallery to Shelly," he commands. I nod quietly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Layla Sinclair, my daughter, comes running down the stairs and throws herself into Shirley's arms. "Aunt Shirley, you're my favorite. I don't like Mom!" In that instant, it hits me—the home I devoted my heart and soul to means nothing anymore. It doesn't matter that I've been married to Eric for a decade. Now, all I want is to find myself again. I decide to accept an invitation from the Parisoir School of Fashion Design. From this moment on, I won't wait for them to come home, and I won't look back.