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

"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

"Shamsiya? That's your name?" The older woman, who was silent probably because she wasn't as comfortable with supernaturals as the younger girl, unexpectedly became agitated at this moment. She grabbed her arm and harshly turned her around, and asked aggressively, "What's your mother's name?" "Ah...can you let me go? You're hurting me." Shamsiya grabbed the woman's hand and peeled her fingers from her arm with a dark frown. "Mother, what are you doing? You're scaring our Savior." Nazma hissed, and grabbed her mother's arms to pull her back, completely embarrassed by her behavior. "I'm sorry, Shamsiya. She must still be in shock..." "It's fine. Where do you live? I'll drop you off." Shamsiya was unnerved by the woman's behavior, but she suppressed her discomfort and played it cool. She couldn't leave without safely dropping them at their doorstep. Fortunately, Nazma's mother didn't make another grab at her and silently walked by her daughter's side. But during the entire stroll

After a startled pause, Shamsiya squinted her eyes and asked. "You...why are you here again?" The suspicion and displeasure in her voice brought a cold sneer on the demon's face. "Why can't I be here? Or...were you expecting someone else?" He glared at her, his eyes smoldering with an ominous gleam that immediately clogged her throat. Was it...jealousy she was detecting from him right now? No way. Not possible at all. Why would the demon be jealous at the prospect of her expecting someone? After all, if he really cared about her, he would've never sent her away with Nick Jackson so easily. Internally scolding herself for being a delusional fool, Shamsiya plastered a fake smile on her face and pressed her good hand on his chest to push him away. "Before you came in, I wasn't expecting anyone." The iron-like grip on her waist relaxed, but the demon didn't retract his arm. "Demon Lord, this is my house. We're merely in a business transaction. What right do you have to drop in whenever

Iblis had a strange dream. In this dream, he was the God of Death, and his wife, Shamsiya Moore, was the Goddess of Life. Their first meeting was explosive. Literally. Separated by gender, the Gods and Goddesses in the Ethereal Realm lived in different regions. When they entered the Tower of Gods for the first time, they came from opposite directions. With every step, flowers bloomed at Shamsiya's feet, while the ones beneath his wilted to ashes. Butterflies and light fairies danced in the thick coil of her obsidian mane, as every living creature 10 feet within his radius succumbed to death. Happiness and laughter followed her wake, while doom and gloom surrounded him. When the two groups reached the center of the tower and came face to face, their eyes collided, and every window in the Tower of Gods exploded in a shower of glass. Scones flared, the dead rose and morphed, while they...just stared at each other. It was like a wide chasm suddenly opened beneath their feet, creating