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

"So, what are you exactly?" she still didn't look in his direction. 


"Half-human, half-demon." That seemed to make her laugh. "What?" he asked, confused. "What is funny?"


"You." She shook her head in disbelief. "Half demon baby? What are you, a celestial of some sort, then?" He could hear her inclination to roll her eyes. 


"Not sure about the age-old lore. I haven't been around as long as the celestials. My mother made a pact with a demon… my father. They fucked because of it. I was born. Yeah." That was the short version of it. 


"And how is your relationship with your family?" Anna asked, the humor evident in her voice. 


"Haven't seen or heard from my dad in the past five or six hundred years." Anna choked at the number of years. "And my mom drops by during vacation. We have a meal or two and she flies off to wherever she wants to go next." He shrugged. Her silence spoke volumes. "You aren't the only one who looks young for their age," he commented lightly. 


I Love You, You Should Know