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“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?

The Secret Life of the Demon's Wife

The girl looked proud of herself. She rubbed her hands together like a villain, an evil gleam in her eyes. After seeing Ladislas, this was child's play, but still. 


Anna heard the cops calling out for everyone to show themselves. Natalie dropped the gun she held and they walked out of the office, hands held up. Anna inched away and even though the girls noticed they only turned for a second. 


"Homeless people aren't treated well by law enforcement," she said calmly as she backed away and out to the back. She eased through the back door and without anyone in the back alley, she swooped unnoticed to the front of the building. The outside was a madhouse. Cop cars were everywhere, their lights flashing rhythmically against the dark buildings and curious onlookers. The crowd of people was straining against the yellow caution tape, trying to get a good look at what was going on in their neighborhood. News vans were parked precariously on the street.


Great Hiding Spot