Stuck With The Devil
"As a mistress, you are to satisfy me in bed, as a human you shall satisfy me with your blood. And about your soul, I shall own it henceforth."
An ancient blind demon suddenly gains freedom after being incarcerated for a thousand years. Since the body he had possessed had died and begun to rot, he goes around looking for a body to inhabit and begins his revenge in the modern world by killing off every descendant of the people who had locked him in the forbidden dungeon.
Until the day, he possessed a young outcast turning him into a blind, ferocious, pathetic child beast whose aim is to regain his sight at all cost.
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She has a secret. Never let anyone see your hair. But what happens when this innocent girl disobeys and even trusts an outcast blind boy, who appears to be more than willing to regain his sight? She decided to help him only to discover that she had helped the devil himself.
Then many years later, they reunited only to be separated again and become great enemies.
For Delilah to kill the possessed man, she is to go into the past, into the 19th century, where demons don't exist so that she would successfully be able to kill him.
But unfortunately, life can't be scripted. She is reincarnated as a princess whose father had planned to sell her to a ruthless ruler and never knew she had a past until she is stuck with him.
He is a pawn to a demon, she is a pawn to him.
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EXCERPT REWRITTEN BY @BrewingFantasies
The destroyed mirrors, locked rooms, split identities, curses, blood, flapping curtains, moonlight, thunder, and him_ the living dead!
"You know what happened in the haunted house, right?"
The man stared at her neck menacingly, while she was pinned to the wall.
"Who are you?"
She pushed him with trembling lips and shaking hands. She tried to sound convincing with the hollow threat.
"Let me go! I'll have your head wrung off if you don't release me. Do you know who I am?"
A nonchalant reply reverberated.
"I do. A pampered spoiled brat, who leeches her papa's money."
He grinned at her deliberately, knowing that his attention commanded her love.
"You know, I love you that way. Ever since the first day we met. Tch, my feisty wild cat."
He added, lovingly.
"The very first day we met?"
She muddled. His cold touch caressed her cheek, sending sparks down her spine.
Why did his eyes look so familiar? "The b...lind boy? Is that you?"
She clenched her fists together in horror.
"Yes. I'm back to take what is mine. I need the eyes you stole."
He paused, leaning over the scared woman. She could see the insatiable hunger in his crimson eyes.
"And a lot more like your body, since we are not kids anymore."
The man licked right below her earlobe, making her crave more for his touch.
The book cover doesn't belong to me. All credit to the artist.
Blooddoctor · Fantasía
