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She was born different. He was labeled evil and cold. But they weren’t the monsters the world believed them to be.

Rose was feared from the moment she took her first breath—an outcast marked by her strange and unnatural aura. Hated, hunted, and shunned, she grew up in the shadows, carrying the weight of a destiny she didn’t understand. She was special, too special, the one ordained to bring chaos to Heaven, Earth, and Hell alike—the true god the worlds refused to accept.

Lucifer was the lord of Hell, feared and despised by all, a being defined by darkness and cruelty. Yet, even he wasn’t immune to curiosity. The moment he saw Rose, something shifted—a fascination he couldn’t ignore. What began as mere intrigue turned into something far more dangerous: love.

But love between the devil and a girl destined for destruction was never meant to be simple. Heaven’s forces, terrified of Rose’s power, would stop at nothing to destroy her, and Hell itself began to tremble under the weight of her growing strength. As the boundaries between worlds crumble and the lines between savior and destroyer blur, Rose and Lucifer must face a truth neither of them can escape.

She was born different. He was labeled evil. Together, they are unstoppable.

The Devil And His Rose

Rose stood in her room, hands on her hips, glaring at Cyra, who sat in the middle of the chaos like a guilty puppy—or rather, a guilty baby dragon.

Her room looked like a tornado had decided to camp out there, with clothes, books, and random trinkets scattered everywhere.

"Cyra," Rose began, pinching the bridge of her nose, "what if someone had found you? What would you have done? Waved at them before they tossed you onto a spit?!"

Her tone wasn't angry, just dripping with exasperation. Deep down, her heart was pounding at the thought of her beloved dragon being discovered.

Cyra tilted her tiny head, her golden eyes wide and brimming with something dangerously close to crocodile tears.

"Maybe you do want to be roasted, huh?" Rose continued, pointing an accusing finger at the little troublemaker. She wasn't truly mad—how could she be?

Chapter 58: A Cave In Her Room