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Nathalie Yellowjackets

Bride Of The Aragon Prince

She was scurrying off to her school when she suddenly heard the voice. "Hello, human girl." The feminine voice drawls, she heard the voice right inside her head. She almost tripped on her feet but was able to catch herself before falling flat on her face on the sidewalk. Strange. She thought and look around to see if someone is actually talking to her and not just a voice she is hearing in her head but instead, all she is seeing is a man taking a stroll with his dog and people just going on with their daily activities. She is sure she heard a voice, or is she hallucinating? "I know you can hear me, stop pretending as if you can't." The voice says in her head again. "W-who is this?" She whispers in panic and almost had a heart attack when she felt a warm and wet sensation on her leg followed by a soft bark. "It's me. I'm Maggie." She whirls around just to see the dog she spotted with the man taking a stroll before. No, no, no. Not what I'm thinking. "You?" She says to the dog tentatively and noticed the collar around its neck with the name tag 'Maggie.' "Yes me, idiot." The dog pants whilenodding its head up and down. Blood drains from her face and she looks pale with her mouth hanging open and her eyes as wide as saucers as she watches the dog sashay away with its master. "See you around later, it's nice meeting a human who can speak to animals even though the said human looks kinda dumb." It huffs while walking away. What was that? Nathalie wonders in a daze.
Queen_Ebony · 2.2K Views

Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

[ENRICHED WITH MATURE CONTENT. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION. ] AUTHOR TRANSMIGRATION "I want to write Villain perspective! Enough of this Hero and Heroine gig!" Nathalie Jean Quinn, life was so ordinary until she wrote the first book of her sequel, The Prince's Retribution, swept all over the literature world and garnered massive fan base and fortune. Now, she wanted to leave out of her comfort zone and challenge herself-- To seek the memoirs of a villainess in the story; for its sequel, The Prince's Ascension, Mystique is revealed. But even the management and the audiences begged to differ, so she made her way. Although, in the middle of completing the Sequel, the main villain, Mystique Blackwell, comes for her in that magical encounter and cursed her. Will Nathalie now transform to a monster that she created in her own story? *** Excerpt*** "You're mine. Am I clear? You're my property." Mystique was pressing her thighs against his, which he could never break free from her beguiling clutches. She was on top of him; the surge of confidence came with her and took charge for the whole ride. Her eyes were obscured with gleaming lust, and her hands worked their wonders and slinked to his chiseled abs up to his brawn sweaty chest. Every time she landed a smooth caress, he let out a stuttering moan as he was in spasms. His toes would dig deep into the mattress, no different from his nails that clawed, not trying to touch her sacred body. It wasn't all as she reached for his nipples, rubbing them ever-so-softly. The man would throw his bobbed back to the woolly pillows and arched his back from pleasure. Even though the bed creaked—fast and subtle that played their ears—she loved it. Just as she adored every point in him... Not a second delayed as he would shiver every time she would stroke the same parts of him. On the other hand, she has kept up the pace ever since. She crashed her well-endowed chest against his. Their lips parted by a hair's breadth, and he gritted his teeth as he saw her angelic feature up-close, driven by ecstasy. His gestures and countenance fueled her within, hastening the pace. There, he couldn't control his voice and let out pleasurable groans and grunts. Within those seconds, more thoughts began to blur her. She grabbed a handful of his hair, bringing him closer to her while whispering his ear. "You're mine. Am I clear? You're my property." *** P,S, The book has come to an end in a good note! Thank you so much for reading!
Aethereal · 1M Views

My Uncle's Secret Obsession

" Uncle, please. I love singing. It's not about the band. I swear, I won't look at them. Please let me sing. " She pleaded holding his hand. He didn't acknowledge her crying or suffering. She clinged to his arm and continued to ask him to let her go. " No. Nathalie! " He shouted. If it was any other day, she would have agreed upon his decision but not today. " Please Uncle. Please let me go! " She cried looking at him. " Let you go? " His eyes changed their colour from sapphire blue to grey. He looked lost in his own world and stared at her like she had asked him his life. He grabbed her hands painfully and pulled her closer, " You want to leave me? Leave me so that I die? I thought we were a family, Nathalie. If that's what you want then leave. And when you will come back, you will find my dead body in the house." Nathalie stopped crying and didn't ask him more about the contest. She had hurt him, hurt his feelings. How could she be so selfish? She watched her Uncle's face, her only family member. She wouldn't want him dead. No! Never. Nathalie has been living with her Uncle since 8 after her parents died. She has a very close relationship with him and he takes care of her every need. But there are simple rules for her to talk not to guys and have any friends. But it's not the only truth, the innocent girl is unaware of his obsession to her and how far he can go to have her all to himself. The biggest secret being he is not her Uncle but the kidnapper who stole her from her family. And he isn't a business man either...
Erin_Tierney · 22K Views
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