The Demons of New York Series by Daisy Thorn

Is it wrong that I want to be his shadow? Is it wrong that I want to breathe the same air as he does, walk the same streets he does, think the same thoughts?It is wrong to love a broken demon more than life itself?One fateful day brought him into my life. It brought those demonic eyes who haunt my every dream, and no matter what I tell myself, I can’t stay away.I want more.I need more.I’ll be anything for him.Until he takes me to hell and back…Until my life as I know it seizes to exist... moreIs it wrong that I want to be his shadow? Is it wrong that I want to breathe the same air as he does, walk the same streets he does, think the same thoughts?It is wrong to love a broken demon more than life itself?One fateful day brought him into my life. It brought those demonic eyes who haunt my every dream, and no matter what I tell myself, I can’t stay away.I want more.I need more.I’ll be anything for him.Until he takes me to hell and back…Until my life as I know it seizes to exist.He created me. He created The Black Swan. less

We danced around each other for years…we played a silent game of hate and bathed in it. Until one day, everything changed…But she could never be mine. She is the heartless demon of New York.She is my boss. I am her sous chef. She lost her soul ten years ago while mine is being ripped apart as we speak.She is the air I never knew I needed.I hate her. I want her. And I think I might love her.But what do I do when she belongs to the dark ocean. The one full of hurt. Or at least her heart does... moreWe danced around each other for years…we played a silent game of hate and bathed in it. Until one day, everything changed…But she could never be mine. She is the heartless demon of New York.She is my boss. I am her sous chef. She lost her soul ten years ago while mine is being ripped apart as we speak.She is the air I never knew I needed.I hate her. I want her. And I think I might love her.But what do I do when she belongs to the dark ocean. The one full of hurt. Or at least her heart does.How do I protect mine when she’s already dragging me down to the deep end? less