My Demon Teacher - Creatures of the Night, #1 - E-book - ePub

Alex Cucumber:Let's dive into the chronicles of my teacher, Dante Nightshade - the one who's taken "strange" to a whole new level. And trust me, we're not talking garden-variety oddness here. Oh no, we're talking oddness that could give conspiracy theorists a run for their tinfoil hats. Let's get the basics out of the way - this guy is a literal masterpiece in human form. His hair could probably win awards for best dramatic entrance, falling perfectly like it's rehearsed.
And those lips? Well, they could moonlight as cover models for steamy romance novels. I wouldn't be surprised if people use his abs as inspiration for sculpting statues of Greek gods. But don't let that fool you; that's where our train makes a detour into the Twilight Zone. Now, brace yourself, because Dante's got a pair of shape-shifting peepers. Yeah, you heard right - his eyes change colors like a mood ring at a disco.
I wouldn't be shocked if they start broadcasting TV shows one day. And those teeth? Nope, not your average set of pearly whites. These are like a dentist's nightmare, sharper than a ninja throwing star and definitely more menacing. And oh, hold onto your invisibility cloaks, because things get even spookier. It's like Dante's brewing up some mystical concoction that turns me into a giggling mess. Like, have you ever been trapped in a trance by a charismatic snake charmer? Yeah, that's the vibe.
I'm practically a victim of his mesmerizing mojo. It's like there's an invisible bungee cord between us, tugging at my brain cells and making me want... well, let's just say I'm contemplating a career in interpretive dance, because words can't quite grasp it. Now, get this - I'm enrolling in "Introduction to Occult Studies, " a class that's about as related to my major in Engineering as marshmallows are to spaceships.
But who cares about logic when Dante's in the picture? Certainly not me. I'd happily trade in my slide rules for spells if it means gazing upon his mystical charm. Sure, people might throw the "loser" card my way, and my dear old dad might sprinkle some "you're not like your brothers" seasoning on my self-esteem. But guess what? I'm too busy being the president of the Dante Nightshade Fan Club to care.
It's like a self-confidence potion brewed with a dash of supernatural allure. Fast forward to the climax, and I'm about to spill the beans to Dante about my heart's true desires. Talk about timing, because this is when things spiral like a witch's broom caught in a tornado. Instead of getting caught up in a romantic whirlwind with Dante, I stumble upon his portal to the demon realm. Yeah, you heard me right - demons, not exactly your run-of-the-mill study buddies.
Now Dante's got two options: kill me or shut me up. And just like that, my extracurricular crush becomes a life-or-death game of magical hide and seek. Can our love weather this storm of apocalyptic proportions? Or am I destined to become demon-paste as the underworld party crashes our realm?  Warning: this is a MM demon romance with mature themes, please be advised.