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My heart pounds in my chest, and a small, wicked grin spreads across my face at seeing the Devil at play.
“I’m sorry, Maeve,” Caspian says. His eyes are wide now, darting between Lucifer and I as he works something out in his mind. “I hope that one day it all becomes clear.”
— 13 hours, 52 min ago
“I’m sorry, Maeve,” Caspian says. His eyes are wide now, darting between Lucifer and I as he works something out in his mind. “I hope that one day it all becomes clear.”
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average human
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Oh my gosh this was so painfully slow. Like it could’ve easily cut at least 200 pages. Omg. It’s so gosh darn repetitive. A character says something. Than repeats it a few times to get the message across. Than another character says it. Than POVs are switched and we hear about it like 4 more times. This was painful and I’m not reading the next one. Idk how I finished this. 2.5 stars. It not great. Rounded down.
— 8 hours, 17 min ago
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The words don’t hit right. My body feels cold, my mind racing to piece this together. This man looks like Julian, but he is not Julian.
“How do you know my name?” My voice wavers, and I feel a deep, sinking dread settle in my gut.
My eyes dart between him and the alley entrance. I can’t get past him. I’m trapped.
— 10 hours, 31 min ago
“How do you know my name?” My voice wavers, and I feel a deep, sinking dread settle in my gut.
My eyes dart between him and the alley entrance. I can’t get past him. I’m trapped.
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“Maeve has a tendency to fire anyone I hire, and she’s had a rough go of it.”
I laugh. That’s the kind of behaviour I can get behind. “Bested by a pretty and pampered princess.”
“Oh, trust me,” Atticus says dryly. “Maeve’s more than just her looks.”
I’ll believe it when I see it.
— 14 hours, 56 min ago
I laugh. That’s the kind of behaviour I can get behind. “Bested by a pretty and pampered princess.”
“Oh, trust me,” Atticus says dryly. “Maeve’s more than just her looks.”
I’ll believe it when I see it.
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I don’t know what kind of shifter he is. Mythical for sure, the energy is there and can’t be ignored. But past that, I can’t say.
He’s clearly been in the pride long enough that he doesn’t need the security detail, but something about him makes me think that he’s his own security.
— 17 hours, 45 min ago
He’s clearly been in the pride long enough that he doesn’t need the security detail, but something about him makes me think that he’s his own security.
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“Alpha Phoenix,” Orson says, stepping in behind me, gently closing the door. My heart races as his shadow appears just in front of me. I know he’s not close, but I can still feel his touch searing into my skin.
“Are you okay?” Atticus’s and Orson’s mate asks, her voice soft and gentle, as the concern pours off of her.
— 21 hours, 22 min ago
“Are you okay?” Atticus’s and Orson’s mate asks, her voice soft and gentle, as the concern pours off of her.
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He sighs, some of his fight draining out of him. “Don’t be like this, Maeve. We can reassess and make a new plan, but this quick and hasty—”
“There’s that word again. Hasty? It’s been a planned leave for a couple of weeks now, Adrian, and it includes a trial period. It’s not a hasty decision that I’ve not thought out.”
Does he really think I’m that stupid?
— Dec 29, 2025 02:09AM
“There’s that word again. Hasty? It’s been a planned leave for a couple of weeks now, Adrian, and it includes a trial period. It’s not a hasty decision that I’ve not thought out.”
Does he really think I’m that stupid?
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I grab the letter opener, and it takes a few tries before I manage to calm the trembling enough to open it properly. Unlike the dark red on the envelope, the writing on the paper is a bright red, and it has a strange odour to it. Powerful, but odd.
Just like the outside, the script is elegant and pretty. It’s a shame the contents are so psychotic.
— Dec 25, 2025 04:41PM
Just like the outside, the script is elegant and pretty. It’s a shame the contents are so psychotic.
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“Maeve, this is—” Glenda starts, and her voice is in that fake tone she uses when she’s trying to be pleasant. It’s sickly sweet and laced with sugar, as if we can’t smell her treacherous energy from a mile-off.
“My mate,” the man cuts off, his wide eyes filled with a mix of awe and uncertainty.
— Dec 24, 2025 10:38PM
“My mate,” the man cuts off, his wide eyes filled with a mix of awe and uncertainty.
Caspian doesn’t argue. He turns on his heel and stalks down the corridor, his shoulders hunched.
Lucifer watches him leave, his smirk slowly fading into something darker, more dangerous, as his eyes return to their usual icy blue.
My heart is still racing, but there’s a strange thrill in it—a mix of fear and exhilaration. Lucifer’s clearly cut out for the job, and I’m impressed.
Maybe he doesn’t need murder in the contract to handle all my problems—he clearly just needs to threaten people.
“Going to let me in?” Lucifer asks so cheerily, I startle. His voice is back to that casual, easy tone like he didn’t just send someone running for their life. The contrast is so jarring it leaves me unsettled.
Even my chromius doesn’t know what to make of it.
“You’re mentally insane.”
“I’m sure if my parents loved me, they’d have had me tested.”
“You’re not the only one who wasn’t loved by their parents,” I tease, opening up my front door. “You’ll get no sympathy from me.”
“Ari, I’m home,” I yell, my words echoing through our flat. “And I brought the Devil with me.”
She shrieks, rushing through the flat, and comes to a stop at the end of the corridor, true panic on her face.
“Oh, shit,” I say, shaking my head rapidly. “I meant I brought Lucifer.”
She sighs in relief.
“Who is the Devil?” Lucifer demands, following me inside.
Ari and I exchange a look, and mutter, “Tarun” as one.
Lucifer bursts into laughter, and something in me relaxes. It’s unsettling how much I enjoy this psychopath’s presence, how his laughter, his unpredictability, can make me feel safe.
Or why he, sometimes, manages to make me smile.