Hi guys, I'm Lilith. My name might sound like a horror story because that is what my life is. A fucking horror story. Until Ash walks in. Asmodeous. The God of Lust. The Devils of All Gods. He walks into my life in the hottest way possible and wrecks it. Yet somewhere I love him. I love the devil. And somewhere he does too.

"Hold me closer" Elijah needed more but Emma held back, with regret yet stubborn mind. "....What is it?" She whispered as her arms traced his chin. "This love between an idol and a normal girl is going down, Elijah..Just down!" She couldn't say more as her throat turned dry. But also because the gap had closed in a kiss. However, she couldn't handle the urge to fight back the sudden peck. "Look Yolo-" But the space closed. Their lips sucked each other, in a suction force no physics lecture could explain. Unasked for and unexplained. Just a boy and girl.

Love isn't so easy. It is the craziest, most f****d up matter in the world. And that is exactly what this love story will tell you. Fahim, Farhan and Fami will tell you the different sides of them, take you across every mess they have come across, how they figured it out, in the face of friendship and love, and lust and tradition. Three teenagers who knew nothing but survived the harsh realities. Will love show them the way? Or will destiny play its big twist? To flip through the pages of someone like you, who is confused about love and sex, they will tell you their story.

When the bloody rich and vagrant spy, Xeron, finds himself a billion-dollar deal to bring home a son of a wealthy professor, Xanthus, the young lad whose eyes trap beauty and whose body spoke of ecstasy; Xeron, the expert, plays it like any other funny game. However, little does he know he would fall deeper for his culprit; for what began with a shy kiss went deeper into a sensual zone, something both of them couldn't stop. For when fire lit Xeron's heart, he fails to pull back. Not even when he knows, who Xanthus really is. Not even when he knows one day, his lover would handcuff him.

The clock struck eight. He and I cuddled around each other's comfort, without a word, without a gesture; keenly letting the other know this silence was peaceful and lovely enough. In spite of all the deaths that had taken place, the bloodshed, the fear, and the hiding; he had held onto me like I was his teddy bear, that he cherished the most. Neither I knew who he was, nor others. Except he knew all about me. And the deaths at eight o clock.

Even when the entire world of sexy women and fitness men drool over for his presence and attention, Tony's eyes only keen upon that apron guy who had moved swiftly up and about the wide dinner hall; serving food and drinks to those rushed orders of the rich, with a smile that never could just fade from his perfect face. Sharp jawline, lean pale body, and a grin of a bunny; his visuals radiated glee and ecstasy and malice. Such an all-in-one was only Tony's. Or rather should only be his. Now, when Travis receives an appointment to meet the world's popular boss at his own apartment, his life twists around. What confuses him is when he feels himself leaning in for a kiss. And more surprisingly, when his boss doesn't hesitate.