SunScar9

“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

Anna looked at the man and smiled. "Thank you, but there is no need for that."


The man waited for a long time before giving up. Anna turned back to Ladislas and heard keys jingling, the door of the apartment building slamming, and then nothing but a heavy sigh and silence.


"There are still good humans out there," Ladislas said after a while when Anna didn't speak.


Anna felt the weight of his eyes on her. His eyes were purple but the word didn't begin to adequately describe the color of his eyes. Even in the dark, and a couple of feet away, Anna could tell the exact shade. There was something otherworldly about it that she couldn't find a simile to. His eyes were paralyzing, intimidating, and yet, at the same time, mesmerizing. 


How Long Were You Following Me?