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Balan Tory

La Esposa del Demonio

``` *Romance Histórico de Queima Lenta* Lady Elise estava prestes a trocar pelo vestido que estava jogado no canto da sua cama quando ouviu uma batida suave vindo de sua porta. Curiosa, ela girou a maçaneta e viu um homem alto se impondo à sua frente. “Mestre Ian!” Ela chamou. Ian sorriu com o sorriso maroto de sempre que ele sempre usava. Seus olhos carmesins percorreram o quarto dela e avistaram o vestido preto sobre a sua cama e direcionaram o olhar para a mulher à sua frente. Ele deu um passo à frente e falou. “Onde você conseguiu esse vestido?” “O Sr. Harland me deu.” Lady Elise respondeu e esticou o pescoço para ver as sobrancelhas de Ian se unindo em sua elegância. “Você sabe por que um homem adoraria dar um vestido a uma mulher?” Ele fez um enigma que ela sempre tinha que pensar duas vezes antes de responder. Mas dessa vez, ela não encontrou resposta e, em vez disso, balançou a cabeça. “Não sei.” Seu sorriso se tornou encantador como se algo tivesse despertado no profundo dos olhos escarlates que ele tinha. Ele lentamente deslizou sua mão pela gola do vestido dela, enviando um arrepio frio que a assustou por um momento devido a sua temperatura congelante. Depois de desabotoar os dois primeiros botões na gola, ele inclinou sua cabeça para baixo, sussurrando em seu ouvido. “Porque eles querem ser os primeiros a despir o tecido.” Ele pausou e beijou seu pescoço, tornando a pele pálida em vermelho antes de retrair seu movimento para arrumar o olhar sobre ela e respondeu de forma despreocupada. “Infelizmente, você não pode vestir o vestido ali com isso.” Ele riu e passou uma caixa para as mãos dela. “E a notícia boa é que preparei um vestido para você.” Lady Elise era uma garota amaldiçoada que podia ver fantasmas. Sua família a odiava e a jogava de uma família adotiva para outra. No entanto, a desgraça não agia sozinha. Quando ela foi criada por sua tia, foi vendida como escrava. Quando pensou que se tornaria nada mais do que um sacrifício ao feiticeiro, foi salva por um homem cuja identidade era muito diferente de um ser mitológico normal. *** Este livro é ORIGINAL e não é uma Tradução Junte-se ao discord do Autor(a): https://discord.gg/YPKueb4 ```
mata0eve · 129K Views

THE PLAYER'S DISCPLINE

THE PLAYER’S DISCIPLINE Synopsis ~Sadness~ …. In life though we deny it, there is ever something that makes you shudder by just its thought. I find all this enigmatic like aren’t you embossed sometimes? Isn’t it too hurting depressing, irritating....the way people just make it a routine, include it in their lifestyle, make it seem normal yet it isn't. Can’t they really have something real in their life than showing no grimace on the their real feelings....Widely putting-on fake smiles, saying a yes yet inside it’s a no, where will this take them? They freeze inside, become cold and heartless cause sometimes that’s the reason some people become evil, with nobody to rely on and bring back the warmth that was once in there hearts that turned totally black and dark…Nothing to do, right? Obviously no one was born bad, facts! We all know everyone has different ways trauma changes them…Becoming rowdy, clumsy, obnoxious, naughty, drug addict, rude, sad, annoying, all that is just an example and is led by something. After all, everything in this weird life of ours has a reason, even our change in behavior is caused by something or someone. Well, my name is Amelia Blackwell, a girl who is just in a family she wished she wasn’t in, a position she dislikes and a rule to follow she wants to run away from. Well, a rich family. Shit! The way I want to escape and be normal, with Mr. Johnson Blackwell my so-called father, forcing me to do things I don’t want to, my mum having nothing to say about it apart from "comply with it", my young sister Cherise acting holy, the slay queen and favorite daughter of my dad Pf! Nonsense, right?... and my big brother Starling being the drug addict and stubborn child who doesn’t really give a fuck about anything, my favorite! All this drama my parents want to protect from the public is really tiresome mostly, after their son’s death I mean, my brother…Well, I understand their sudden protectiveness, but Tory was my brother too I feel much pain when I think about it just like them…but I want to just be myself than a toyed princess who they force me to be. Honestly, am tired and it seems am not the only one even Starling is tired but Amelia acts like it never changed her. A hypocrite! Tory's death made us all depressed, we all changed…we failed to go with the flow of our new life without him and it showed in our characters. Oh, my pathetic life! Dramatic right? Read and you will understand how I lived to be a happy mistress at last though I still grieved the death of my big brother, I overcame somehow the pain because i wasn't alone. Author’s note: Hey readers…My writings are strictly from my head and the characters also, no real person or story. Hope u will like it…. Don’t forget to Drop comments, likes, stones and be honest! Your point of view about my story matters. ~So, enjoy~ By~Mimi~
Miriam_Nondo · 4.7K Views

Helen and me

“Come over here_ Lilly dear please come, I told you not not to go too far, Lilly dear” she calls again as the pretty little girl ran into her waiting arms. She was her mother's image, the same brunette hair, blue eyes, full lips and well-structured cheekbones. Both mother and child were beautiful as they hugged. Helen’s heart began to beat fast as she watched her husband's mistress with this beautiful child. They were in a busy mall but it was beginning to feel like a lonely hallway. “Oh my god, it can't be, it just can't be” Helen began to pray in her heart. “Come on baby let's go, the mall is no longer safe,” Victoria said, sizing up Helen from her face to her heavy baby bump. “And why is that?” the little angel asked in her most angelic voice. “Because there is a thief in here, who specializes in taking people's man” she informed. “Is this the woman who stole my daddy?” the little girl asked. Helen was hurt and ashamed and wished those passing by would not hear the little girl's question. “My God! What has Ramsey made me do?” Helen muttered as the child's questions confirmed her fears. She stole her father away from here. “Yes,” Victoria answered with a smile. “I hate you” the child announced and ran off. “Lilly! Lilly baby, don't run away from mummy” Victoria called and pursued after the child. Helen wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. It is true. She was married to a monster. A devil who didn't care about anyone including his own child. She was shaking when a hand tapped her on the shoulder. “Mrs. Phil” Brayan, my personal bodyguard, called. I turned to look at him. “We have to go," he said. I nodded and allowed him to take my hand and led me out. Ramsey never loved her , and she didn't think he loved the child she carried in her womb. If he could abandon his child, his own flesh and blood. Then she was nothing to him. It is all about the contract, to have a child from their contract marriage as she came for a family that befits his status. She was such a fool to have started developing feelings for a monster like him. She wept uncontrollably in the back seat as Bryan drove her back to the monster's mansion. Helen Phil. Formerly Helen Tory was forced into a contract marriage to Ramsay Phil, the dreadful Mafia lord because her father couldn't pay back the money he borrowed to save his dying business. The contract comes to an end when she gets pregnant and gives birth to a child. Helen is trapped in Ramsey's mansion. Will she be rescued by a charming prince or will Ramsey become the prince she desires in the face of daring challenges?
OOBetha · 7.3K Views
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