This story takes place in the same universe as my other story, Little Red Riding Witch. This is the story of a one-night stand that turns into a fated/forbidden romance. Sammy and Delilah spend a weekend in bed one summer only to have Delilah disappear without a trace. 4 years later, Sammy receives a scholarship and entrance college. When he gets there, he will discover that his professor is his one-night stand. Things immediately heat up between the two of them as they are both drawn to one another. Sammy also meets a nice girl, Stacy Monroe. This will create a love triangle between Sammy, Delilah, and Stacy. Delilah also gets blackmailed by a coworker putting another wedge between her and Sammy. They will connect, break up and reconnect throughout the book as they discover truths and come to an understanding. People Sammy knows will begin dying around Santa Cruz. Delilah will tell Sammy the truth about her nature, but he won't believe her until his family reveals that they hunt monsters like her. His family is part of a secret society of demon hunters who are descended from the archangel Michael. Sammy is a special hunter, The Innocent, who can call the fiery blade to smite demons. Behind the scenes, there is a secret benefactor working to bring Sammy into this world of supernatural creatures. They are the ones who paid for his school tuition and set him up to be reunited with Delilah. They are part of a cult that wants to bring about the end of everything and sees the union between Samson (a descendent of Angels) and Delilah (a demon succubus) as the way to make this happen. Their future child holds the key to our future. A fated romance with a dark twist.
View More[Sammy] It has been three weeks since I started my new "relationship" with Professor Davis. As her Teaching Assistant, I now had new “responsibilities” above and beyond what is expected of other students. For example, now that I had a more “official” position within the classroom, I was expected to sit in the very front. I was also expected to take detailed notes for each lecture, and post them on the link for our students with accommodations. In other words, no hiding in the back. No falling asleep. Not a single misstep. Because all eyes are on me. This isn’t just a figure of speech. Professor Davis thought it would be a good idea for me to sit practically next to the whiteboard facing the class rather than among them. When I tried to point out that it would make it hard for me to build relationships with my classmates she replied: “You’re my TA. I need you close.” It is also extremely hard to be so close to your professor when you know them…physically. As much as my mind knew I
[Sammy] "Hey, Sammy!" Standing in the doorway of the restaurant is Stacey from the bus. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail which bounces above a white visor that matches her cut-off jeans and bikini top. Over her arm is a giant tote. She looks ready for a day at the beach. I haven't seen her since last Tuesday, and she looks completely different when dressed for school, so it takes me a minute to process who it is I am speaking to and why she knows my name. "Stacey, Right?" I confirm. I called her by the wrong name last time and I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. Two sweet little dimples appear on her cheeks as she smiles. "You do remember! " "Of course," I pull out my notepad. "You are far too memorable to forget," I grin back at her. I can see Luis smirking at me as he busses a nearby table. "You can sit anywhere you'd like, " I wave at the mostly empty restaurant. "What can I get for you?" "Oh, yeah," she twists the end of her ponytail. "I just need to get some chi
[Delilah] I knew he might have been there to bait me the moment I sensed him in that bar three weeks ago. Seeing him here today confirms it. Someone is trying to set me up and they are using this sweet child to trap me. I should have never approached him that night. But a virgin as pure as him is so rare I had to be the first to sample him, to drink from his essence. It had been so long since I had a proper meal, and it didn't hurt that he was also devastatingly beautiful. Angelic almist. My kind cannot resist something so fresh and pure. Whoever put him on my path did so knowing that I would be come weak in his presence, drawn to his inner light. It is in our nature to find, claim, seduce, and corrupt it thoroughly. He still smells delightfully fresh. He hasn’t had anyone else since our encounter. How did someone as sweet and pure as he is make it this long in the world without being preyed upon? The taste of his emotions in the air is like pure ambrosia. Breathing in deeply
[Sammy] “My name is Professor Davis,” she corrects, “And you’re fifteen minutes late. Take a seat.” I do exactly as she orders. I immediately sit down, hard, on the aisle steps. Some of the students in the class laugh. “In a chair,” she clarifies. The other students continue to chuckle as I move from a seated position. Looking around, I find an empty seat near the door. Perfect. Maybe I can die in shame where nobody can see me. Scooping up as many of my pens as I can find, I keep my body low, almost crawling towards the back of the room, trying to avoid any more attention. It doesn’t work. “Today, if you don’t mind,” her voice is laced with displeasure as she continues to draw diagrams on the board in brightly colored dry-erase marker. “Yes, Mamí…Ma’am!” Oh God! I just called her mami?! Head down, I walk quietly to the empty seat. As I pass, some idiot jock in an Alpha Beta Gamma fraternity jacket mocks me in a sing-song voice. “Yes, Mami!” he coos. I turn and glare
[Sammy] There’s a loud bang on the door. I can’t remember when or how I made it back to bed. I turn my head from side to side and soon regret it as my eyesight goes red and my head starts to pound. How much did I have to drink? “Yo, Sammy, are you alive in there?” Luis barks. “Don’t you have a class in like five minutes?” I look down at the digital numbers on my alarm clock, which has somehow ended up on the floor. I can’t read it, so I search around for my glasses and as my tired, hung-over eyes struggle to regain focus, the digits on the face of the clock slowly become clear. 8:03. My first class starts in seventeen minutes. Fuck. Fuck-Fuckity-Fuck-Fuck-Fuck! “Hey Bro, if you do manage to get up, we still got some chorizo and eggs downstairs. Help yourself! I’m off to work.” I don’t bother to shower or shave, I don’t even bother to grab that chorizo, which smells amazing, as I head out the door. I barely give myself time to throw on a pair of still-clean jeans and a cr
[Sammy] “So let me get this straight,” Luis takes a large drink of his frothy IPA, the sides of the glass dripping with condensation as he sets it down on the table next to our basket of corn chips. “This goddess of a blonde comes up to YOU, you, Little Sammy Salazar, buys you a drink, drags you into a bathroom, and does wicked things to you in said bathroom for three hours and you didn’t even get her name?” he shakes his head in disbelief. “You’re cute and all but I call bullshit. Pure m****a. That’s like porn movie crap.” He wipes the foam out of his goatee with an absent-minded hand before scooping some carne asada with a warm corn tortilla and taking a large bite. “Next you’re going to tell me that you lost your virginity to a sexy pizza delivery girl?” “Actually, she was my first,” I admit bashfully. “Nah, bro,” Luis almost chokes. “No way. Pretty boy like you I’m sure you cracked your first nut at what, twelve?” I pick up one of the textbooks I purchased this afternoon
[Sammy] “Okay I walked in, can I leave now.” “Not without getting at least one phone number,” Diego insists. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t need it because one of these hot ladies takes you home, but I am willing to give you a bit of grace if you at least make an effort.” "Gee, thanks Santiago," I roll my eyes. "Of course, I am doing this all for your blessing." “Don't sound so bitter, little brother, not on your birthday,” my other older brother, Bonito pulls me into his chest. "You are 21 now. A real man. You can handle a few women," he bends down so that his head is level with my own and whispers encouragingly, “They won't bite, I promise. A handsome boy like you should have no problem charming any of these lovely ladies." "So," Diego interupts, waving his hand around as if presenting me with a promised land full of bounty. "Which one are you gonna try?” he then begins talking about each one as if they were an assortment of chocolates and not living, breathing people. “The o
[Sammy] “Okay I walked in, can I leave now.” “Not without getting at least one phone number,” Diego insists. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t need it because one of these hot ladies takes you home, but I am willing to give you a bit of grace if you at least make an effort.” "Gee, thanks Santiago," I roll my eyes. "Of course, I am doing this all for your blessing." “Don't sound so bitter, little brother, not on your birthday,” my other older brother, Bonito pulls me into his chest. "You are 21 now. A real man. You can handle a few women," he bends down so that his head is level with my own and whispers encouragingly, “They won't bite, I promise. A handsome boy like you should have no problem charming any of these lovely ladies." "So," Diego interupts, waving his hand around as if presenting me with a promised land full of bounty. "Which one are you gonna try?” he then begins talking about each one as if they were an assortment of chocolates and not living, breathing people. “The o...
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