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

She pressed her hand against his chest and pushed at him.

"Don't do this," she warned him. "You asked me to stay away and that is what I am doing. Don't go back on your word."

"It just maddens me more. That you would listen so easily. I want you to fight me."

'What a fucking psychopath,' Anna thought.

"I swear I will kick you in the balls," she told him. A reckless grin came over his lips and Anna hardened her heart. If she warned him and he still didn't take her seriously, he was asking for it.

"Do it. God," he whispered. "So beautiful."

He watched her face as she came to the decision. She was about to knee him when a whiny voice yelled from behind the closed door. It was followed by frantic pounding. "Victor!" the woman yelled.

He Was The Crazy One