Witches Love Monsters

Crack an egg, hatch a demon! When Coral goes to pick up the remaining belongings her obnoxious ex-roommate Angelique left in their old flat, she inadvertently starts the mother of all shitstorms. How was Coral to know that she’d brought back Vazul —an insanely hot sex demon, with a sharp tongue and wicked wits? She should cast him out, but the thought of parting ways with her irreverent demon is unbearable.

One moment I'm within my domain in the abyss, and the next she's in front of me with a steam cleaner in her hand. Her name is Grace… but I'm in no threat of falling, feeling hexed… With her, I've ascended on land. Now she wants to get rid of me, saying I'm an accident. Unfortunately for her, I have no intention of leaving without a taste. I plan to stay until she's flustered, wet, and bent out of shape. Then maybe I'll give her a reprieve, after I've had my fill of the chase.

When she wished upon a star, she never thought the universe would manifest him. Ember has always worked hard to achieve her goals. Move to the city? Check. Start her own boutique? Check. Buy a Victorian house? Check. Find love? Absolute failure, and it’s not for lack of trying. So she does something she hasn’t tried yet—she makes a wish upon a star. It’s just a silly, hopeful gesture. What can it hurt? With a literal bump in the night, Nyte appears.