Carol, my therapist, was wrong. I didn’t attract chaos.
Satan insisted. “No daughter of mine has a bastard,” he thundered. “You will marry her in the Cathedral of Ashes, or I will turn your blood into bees.” Carol, my therapist, was wrong
There was a business card. It read: LILITH MORNINGSTAR – Vice President, Interdimensional Acquisitions. “No daughter of mine has a bastard,” he thundered
I KNOCKED UP SATAN’S DAUGHTER: A Demonic Romantic Comedy I KNOCKED UP SATAN’S DAUGHTER: A Demonic Romantic
I did the only thing a reasonable, responsible man would do. I offered her my last spring roll.
“Regret what?”
Lilith stared at me with the flat, exhausted rage of a woman who has explained basic biology to a golden retriever. “Leo. I am the daughter of Satan. My ovulation cycle operates on a quantum level. Your little latex speed bump was about as effective as a screen door on a submarine.”