For a brief moment, Shamsiya pondered this strange situation in contemplative silence, then carelessly shrugged her shoulders. She didn't care what the two were smoking. Whether they wailed or cackled, it was their business. As for her...she was finally free!"Why...? Shamsiya, I know I didn't treat you well before. But I realized my mistake. I really wanted to treat you better this time!" Staggering to his feet, Nick Jackson clenched his fists and questioned her with an anger glare. "Why didn't you give me a chance?" Shamsiya stared at him as if she was looking at a fool. "Must I forgive you, just because you realized your mistake? You might not know this, but to survive and maintain my chastity, I stabbed myself and killed living, breathing people like weeds on the roadside. Forgive you?" She turned and strode off the platform. In the shadow of her receding back, her gloomy chuckle reverberated in the silent atmosphere, leaving her frosty words to echo in the ears of the gathered c
"Kicking me out?" The man was stunned. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him with incomprehension, as if she was speaking an alien language. Then releasing a long sigh, he helplessly shook his head, "You must be out of your mind. You can't kick me out of my house!""Heh. Actually, I can." Shamsiya chuckled and moved closer to the door. She didn't want to give the scumbag a chance to take half a foot inside. "In accordance with the terms on the Divorce Documents, I have sole ownership of every property you bought with my money. This house may be in your name, but don't forget you bought it with the money I saved to get a degree. If you have a problem accepting it, you're free to knock on the Alpha's door."Nick staggered back in shock, a memory he had vehemently buried in the recess of his mind coming to the surface at this moment. After graduating high school, his adopted parents made it clear they wouldn't be housing him anymore. He had no place to sleep, and w
Iblis wanted to kill her. Before meeting this woman, he never felt so shamed and disgraced. The entire supernatural world knew she was his wife, his Demon Queen. The one and only woman whose name was entered in the book of Supernatural Union with his.And yet, she wasn't in the least concerned of how negatively her actions reflected on him. Shamsiya struggled against the grip on her throat. She scratched and pulled on the demon's hand, while wheezing and coughing her lungs out. It was at times like this that she wished she had werewolf strength. No matter how hard she clawed at the vice grip, the man didn't budge because she was too weak to inflict any damage on him.Her eyes burned behind her closed lids, and as she felt the aura of death, she wondered why she had even been fighting. Knowing how unlucky she was, how could she ever imagine she could live a different life after divorcing Nick Jackson?She wasn't destined for happiness. Not before, and apparently, never.Releasing a re
Iblis shook his head. "No, you either pay me back right now, or go back with me." He didn't want money. He had enough to last him ten generations. What he wanted...was her."I don't have any money right now. Give me a month, and I promise I'll return the full amount. If you force me...well, you already know I'm a woman who isn't afraid of death." She stared at him with a cold expression that sent a chill down his spine.Recalling the time she stabbed herself, Iblis froze, then cursed under his breath. Everything about this woman was attractive. Her violet-silver eyes, her wavy ink-black mane, and her luring body that boiled his blood. Everything, except for her fearless personality.Though it was just as appealing when he first met her, Iblis wished she didn't have the courageous trait at this moment."One week. That's all I'm giving you. If you fail to return the three-hundred dollars in one week, you'll willingly return to the Demon Kingdom with me. Deal?" He asked, watching her fac
At the sound of the door closing, Shamsiya weakly sagged to the floor.What three hundred thousand? The bastard had enough money to buy a country. What he wanted wasn't the measly sum. He was after something else, but what?Her lips tingled, and the memory of their earlier kiss returned to her in a shuddering wave. Shamsiya buried her face between her knees. Her heart frantically pounded in her ears. He kissed her.Though aggressive and rough, the fucking demon of the scary stories actually kissed her. What was he thinking? Did he do it because he thought she slept with Nick Jackson, and hence, didn't deserve him lowering his head and asking for her permission? Was he scornful, angry or...did he...have feelings for her?As suddenly as this thought appeared in her mind, her lips quirked up in a mocking sneer. He had already made it crystal clear. She was still his property. How could any decent male develop feelings for a female they deemed lower than a servant-especially when the fem
Shamsiya had only one word to describe this meal. Stressful! So stressful, she couldn't even describe the taste of the pasta. It felt like wax and starch on her tongue, stirred in a full pot of sodium. Simply put, it was a miserable experience she never wanted to repeat. Once, she stuffed too much of the pasta in her mouth in a haste to finish quickly and escape from the torture. As a result...she choked and the demon had to pat her on the back for her to breathe again. By the time the meal was over, she was drenched in cold sweat and felt as exhausted as if she had hiked a mountain. Staggering out of her seat, she carried their trays to the sink with an ugly expression on her face. She had to speak with the demon. She couldn't have him popping in her house any hour of the day. If she had to endure this kind of torment for two weeks, her body would shut down from over stress! "The meal was enjoyable. Although, it could've been better, it was still good." The oblivious man stood ou
"Marry your mistresses? Iblis, did you contract a disease?" Jonis rubbed the scar on his face, wondering if the disease his friend contracted was as heinous as the Flame Lich that latched onto his face before. The thing was so vicious, it distorted his mind and influenced his emotions. If his friend fell prey to a similar parasite... He glanced at the demon, and was rewarded with a dark glare for his concern. Chuckling awkwardly, Jonis raised his hands in a sign of truce and took back a step, before he got kicked in the shin. "Okay, okay, I won't ask questions and send the invitations. Could you see the Werewolf King now?" "The Werewolf King? Tell him to fuck off. I'm no dog of his to go running at his bark. Also, inform him there'll be war if he ever enters my kingdom without invitation again." Iblis felt he must really be losing his edge, if even a furry dog had the courage to request his presence. It was one thing for him to humor the lowly creature. It was an entirely differ
At the same instant she identified the men, the group of Lawless turned their heads, and their gaze fell on her figure. "Oh? What do we have here?" "It looks like another bitch for us to sell." "Hehe...she looks healthy. Her organs will sell for more." "Forget about the organs. This slut is hot! I want a taste before the trade." The men, a band of 6, excitedly rubbed their palms together and licked their lips. Discarding the two bond women, they stalked towards her like a pack of hungry jaguars sighting a deer. The lust in their eyes blazed darker as their gaze recklessly roamed over her figure, twisting their features and making them appear more hideous than they already were. Shamsiya released a long sigh. "You know, it's not your face that disgusts me. It's your revolting nature and dirty thoughts." When caught in a precarious situation, there's a strange moment of peace, of hesitation and calm. It's almost like watching a wave rise the instant before it crashes down. Faced