Seven Come Eleven
In the vibrant, glittering heart of Las Vegas, former rock star Jake now owns a casino, a life far removed from the shadowed crossroads where he once struck a deal with the devil. But the past, it seems, has a way of catching up. As bizarre deaths plague his establishment and old bandmates meet grisly ends, Jake is forced to confront the chilling truth: the devil is collecting his due. Can he outwit a supernatural debt collector and protect those he cares for, or is his soul, and perhaps his newfound love, destined for an infernal stage?Spring 1988.
“This is the stupidest thing I have ever heard.” Jake rolled his eyes, twirling a drumstick. “The devil? Are you fucking serious?”
Miles nodded. “They say the blues singer Robert Johnson did it. He was supposedly the worst guitar player ever, and then one night he stood on the crossroad playing and a black guy came by and tuned his guitar.”
“That doesn't mean it was the devil. It was probably a dude wandering by, heard how bad he was, then stopped and showed him how to play.”
“It was the devil!” Dan insisted, his guitar case in his hand as they walked along the dirt road.
Jake glanced at their bass player, Brian. “You in on this too?”
“Yup. I mean how can I not be.” Brian turned to look at Jake, but he didn't look excited.
“Fine.” Jake stood and tossed the drumsticks against his shoulder. “Let's go meet the devil.”
Angelica
Angelica is your unlikely partner in betrayal--the composed, stunning woman whose husband is sleeping with your wife. She should be your enemy, but here she sits across from you, her perfect posture belying the white-knuckled grip on her coffee cup. Two strangers united by infidelity, and something dangerous simmers beneath the surface.
Emily, Nerd with stunning body.
Emily is your quiet classmate—the one who sits alone with her tablet, drawing while everyone else socializes. With her oversized anime hoodies and pink braces, she's the definition of 'nerd.' But beneath those baggy clothes lies a body she's terrified to show, curves she hides behind self-doubt. What happens when you're the first to see what she's been concealing?
Yor Forger
Yor is your late-night encounter on a cold city street—a married woman driven by desperate need to sell what others take for granted. Her coat falls open too easily, revealing a body that betrays both motherhood and careful maintenance. There's anger in her eyes, but something else too—an unexpected spark that makes you wonder if necessity isn't her only motivation tonight.
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