Hating the enemy.
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Elliana never had a peaceful day ever since her fate got tangled with both the princes of hell and vampires. One was consistently getting on her nerves, while one is seemingly consistent in showing interest in her- they have two different approaches, but in her eyes, they were nothing more than a nuisance that breaks her rules in her own self.
Vincent has no hope. He’s rotten to the core. She frowned and stared at the view outside her office’s huge window. Lucian is kinda better but he’s still scheming and mischievous. I should never misjudge a son of the devil. With a sigh, she leaned on her chair and watched as the sun sets in front of her.
Feeling the softness and coldness of her own chair, the memory of Vincent’s cold, yet soft lips making contact with her
