Caeli plays with fate, and it decides to mock her. Well... how could she expect that after performing a ritual an attractive boy with black hair and toxic eyes would appear in front of her? How would the poor thing know that it was going to work and that handsome young man was going to be a demon? And who could have told her that demon was going to be one of her biggest headaches? Exactly, nobody. When fate acts, it never warns of what it will do. And from that ritual, the life of our young protagonist was no longer going to be the same.
Calmly, my right hand moved the pencil over the white surface, letting the lead delicately caress the entire length of the page and thus, capture the idea I had at that moment.
I had spent the whole day drawing different types of figures, sketches, and landscapes so that I could choose between them and give them to my teachers.
It wasn't as if I could do much more, since Akane was busy, she said she had to 'study' for the most important exam of her whole career.
But the truth of the matter was that she was with her boyfriend, Curt Walker, one of the most prominent writers of the moment in the United States - of whom many of his readers didn't know his face. And I couldn't really blame her for anything. If I were her, I would have been with my partner to calm down and de-stress.
After a few seconds, a sigh escaped my lips, I put down my drawing instruments on the bed and calmly picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table. As soon as I saw the time another sigh escaped my lips and I almost merged with the bed as I realized that only a few hours had passed and there was still too much time left for my mother to come home.
I put the phone down where it had been seconds before and refocused on what I was doing, as I still had work to do. Or at least that's what I tried to do.
At that instant, I felt something begin to wrap around my leg, causing my eyes to shift there, watching as a thin tail began to wrap around it.
"What do you want?" I spoke sharply and looked up to meet piercing, sharp-pupiled, toxic eyes that looked at me with amusement.
"I'm bored angel~, what do you say if we have some fun?" He said with a mocking smile, showing me those perfect pearly teeth, from which sharp fangs protruded. But at the imposed nickname and also with that gesture that irritated me so much, I had to stop the progress of my work.
I put my things aside, and calmly tried to move away from the blond who was staring at me. "Don't... come closer," I said, leaning further and further back, looking for an escape as he continued to approach me like a predator would approach its prey.
"It was you who made the pact with me, you must take the consequences," his tail, which was still tangled around my leg, pulled hard and left me lying on the bed. A small scream had escaped my lips, causing me to close my eyes at the action of my "attacker".
I felt his body on top of mine, his knee between my legs and both arms on either side of my head preventing me from moving. When I opened my eyes I was met with that intense gaze, which did not leave my person for an instant. "Now, let me have a small part of what will belong to me in the future, will you?" he asked, starting to move closer and closer to my face, in particular, to my lips.
For my part, instead of freezing, I frowned and muttered a: "Gatto cattivo."
With one hand on the other's chest, I pushed my attacker away, and with the other free, I grabbed the crucifix around my neck, bringing it closer to the other's face. The moment I blinked, he was no longer on my person, I repositioned myself and looked around and when I found him, I smiled a sly smile as I saw him clutching at the ceiling baring his fangs at me.
"Damn you! I told you not to wear that while I was here!" He shouted at me, furious and frustrated that he hadn't succeeded.
"I never said I was going to let you do anything to me," a hiss escaped his lips, and he instantly transformed into a beautiful cat with huge green eyes, lying near the window with his ears down. "That's better."
Well, in order to shed some light on the matter, that cat who seconds ago was a handsome dark-haired man, with long horns, a tail, sharp fangs, and pointed ears. He is a demon and his name is Thomirchotch... or Tom as I call him for short his strange name.
How did he get here?
It is too long a story that you would only understand if I told it to you from the beginning. You see, I had never believed in magic. Much less in the existence of supernatural beings like demons.
So you can imagine my face when suddenly, after a 'summoning' - which I didn't even believe would be effective - a boy, or rather, a demon appeared in front of me, to say that he would grant any wish in exchange for my soul. And now because I was so stupid he is living in my room.
Honestly, luck is not on my side.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
On their wedding night, Rogelio wrapped his fingers around Marian's neck and spat at her, "Congratulations! From now on, you live in hell!" The reason for his wrath was that he believed she was responsible for the death of his elder brother. So, he married her but refused to touch her, determined to make her suffer for the rest of her pitiful life! However, due to an unforeseen accident, Marian was forced to sleep with Rogelio in order to save him, and she ended up getting pregnant. Concealing her pregnancy, Marian lived cautiously under Rogelio's watchful eyes. He hated her and relentlessly humiliated her, yet he would never allow anyone else to lay a finger on her— "Mr. Bailey, your wife got into a fight with someone!" Rogelio secretly took action, eliminating that person completely. "Sir, your wife claimed that all of your family's wealth belongs to her!" Rogelio quietly transferred all the shares to her. Unaware of all this, Marian only wanted to escape, but Rogelio pulled her into his warm embrace, whispering, "Mrs. Bailey, where do you intend to go with our unborn child?"
Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy-her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."