LOGINHe is the tempter. She is the sinner. And the only place he's taking her is hell. This story is a Paranormal-Romace between The Devil and a girl named Fiona Jenkins.
View MoreChapter 9"Part Angel"Fiona opened her eyes to a familiar sky. She felt grass underneath her palms as she sat up. Her
(Trigger warning: child abuse)|"Let's Play, sweetheart. "The fundraiser had left Fiona completely tired. She didn't realise how hard it was to sit with her back straight up, heavy make-up on her face and the uncomfortable dress hugging her tightly. The only thing she wanted was to drop down on a bed or anything comfortable and fall asleep. But to her bad luck, Yaseen was taking her to an after party."Do I have to come with you?" She asked as they entered the building with guards saluting up to Yaseen."I spent the whole night going about how I took you to Paris and told you how much I love you on the top of the Eiffel tower. They're already posting articles about it online. If you're not with me, it'll create a buzz that I'm cheating on you." He said as he swiped the card in the sc
|"Malik Yılmaz" The hustle bustle of steps, clicks of camera and chatting of people vibrated their ear drums as the driver opened the door for them. Yaseen got out of the car and held his hand for Fiona. She looked at him and then at the reporters outside waiting for them. She accepted his hand and he helped her out. She was going to straighten her dress but Yaseen carefully did that for her letting its tail fall on the ground nicely.The reporters clicked pictures of them as little awes were also heard. He held his arm to her and she wrapped hers around his."Just stay calm, smile, wave and if they ask you any questions just pretend you see through them." Yaseen slightly whispered to her as she nodded.Following Yaseen's lead they made their way past the swarm of reporters. Fiona did just as Yaseen had told her. She smiled, waved and even showed off her
|"I'm Yaseen."Fiona rose from deep slumber to find a teenager sitting beside her bed on a chair. His lips were stitched together with more random stitches on his face. His skin was pale completely lifeless, the look in his eyes was blank and he was dressed in a black sweater with black short shorts.Fiona felt a headache knocking at her brain as she held her head in pain. The teenager held his clenched hand towards her and she looked at him in confusion. Then she reached out and fist bumped him. The boy held her hand by the wrist and opened it, putting a tablet in her hand, he let go of her hand.That's when she realized he was giving her medicine and not asking for a fist bump. She felt a little embarrassed as she accepted the glass