Lucifer himself, Vincent Romano, trained to strike and kill. His eyes plastered with fury and hatred. His wrath was inevitable.
Stella Moore, daughter of a lawyer and expert at meddling. Her only objective: finish highschool.
When she somehow reels...
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I rubbed my eyes and rolled over, feeling soft sheets beneath me. Yawning, I opened my eyes and a stream of light fought to shine threw the thick drapes that covered the tall windows. My eyes widened.
This was not my room.
"Where the fuck am I," I mumbled.
I looked at the white pillow ensuring that I left no makeup scuffs. Then touched my face, looking at my clean fingers afterward.
"Lashes," I touched my eyelids and felt only my natural ones.
"Where are they?" I slung my feet over the edge of the bed and examined the nightstand next to me.
I darted toward the door and realized the familiar hallway. I must have fell asleep here last night.
The smell of eggs and syrup filled my nostrils. Vince must've had a chef.
I looked up at the giant clock that hung at the end of the hallway.
8:55 it read.
Shit. I got school.
Im definitely going to be late. Hopefully mom will think I just fell asleep at Quinn's place.
I walked back into the room I woke up in and noticed a chair behind the door that had an outfit laid out on it with a note.
Good morning Stella
I realized you fell asleep here last night so I put this outfit on the chair for school. Have a good day.
Ps. Vincent's probably downstairs ;)
Xx -Talia
I smiled at Talia's handwriting.
Making sure I don't waste anymore time, I hopped into the shower and joined it with brushing my teeth.
After showering, I slipped into the outfit Talia left for me and darted out of the room and down the stairs.
"Your up," I heard his low voice from the kitchen.
"Good morning to you too," I scowl at him earning a slight smile and I gasp.
"I see your not a morning person," he placed a plate of eggs on the table in front of me.
"You cook," I smiled up at him and looked down at the scrambled eggs and toast before me.
