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

"I… I didn't see anything!" she garbled out, trying to keep her face away from the filthy concrete wall. 


"The fact you know there was something to see is enough proof," the wiry man grunted as he tried to keep her steady.


"Please… please…" she pleaded. She sobbed softly and stopped struggling, trying to prevent any more scratches on her face. Those hurt the worst during winter, especially when you were dirty and the chance of getting a bad infection was higher. They never healed well, either. She couldn't have recognizable marks on her face, either. 


These men really didn't know how to handle situations delicately. 


"Why are you here?" he asked again. This time, he pressed his elbow into her back, digging it in so that she grunted breathlessly.


Haven't You Heard the Rumors?