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The Secret Life of the Demon's Wife

“You tried to kill me before, why can’t you do it now?” she asked, her eyes burning with fury. “I didn’t love you back then.” He shrugged. “What?” Ladislas Forester was a bored immortal looking for a thrill. And then, Anna Dunn crash-landed into his monotonous life. The first time he saw her, she had sneaked into the men’s bathroom and seen more of him than anyone else had. The second time, he saw her sitting at the back of the class during his lecture, dozing off. The third time, he found out that she didn’t even flinch at the sight of a dead body. The supervillain in him was intrigued. Death to those that say Anna Dunn was a boring girl with no future! She was clearly living a secret life! For once, Ladislas was fascinated by someone. He was willing to put her over the greater good. He was selfish and unkind. She was the invisible hero who could only offer him the second position in her life. Her duty came first. He, though… He could burn the world for one last glimpse of her. And so, the supervillain fell in love with the hero. That couldn’t be a good thing, right? Sometimes, the hero is corrupted by the villain and switches their side. Other times, the villain becomes a wife-dotting slave and gives her everything she asks for. Which one do you think will happen?

SunScar9 · Fantasy
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205 Chs

Would You Mind Closing The Door?

"My sentiments are the same," Penelope sighed. 

"I'll take my food to the bedroom. I am still a human that can die from decapitation and bullets," Agnes commented. She picked up her plate and was about to leave when the people crowded inside the room.

"Hands up," one of the agents said.

"Sorry, I have food in my hands," Agnes commented with a shrug. "And I am pretty sure you are not here to see me." She walked past them and they allowed it simply because they were stunned. With assault rifles in their hands, any normal person would be cowering, but the people in the house seemed unaffected.

One look at the young woman with a plate of food in her hands and they knew it was not her. The woman was too young and thin to fit Three's description.

Now that they looked around, there were three women and one man in the room. Two women looked like teenagers and another was too striking to the eyes. None of them matched the description Three gave.