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The Passion Of The Cut Sleeve

La Passion du Duc

Dans le Royaume du Coeur, un royaume où les vampires règnent et où les humains n'étaient rien d'autre que du bétail, Lilou, une paysanne, se retrouva chassée par le pire vampire maniaque de son espèce. Cependant, aussi terrifiant qu'il soit de l'appeler son 'repas réservé', ce vampire l'appela aussi sa fiancée ! Sauf: Mes yeux se gonflent de peur, fixant le cœur encore battant dans sa main. "Mon Seigneur, pardonnez-moi mais... est-ce là la preuve sanglante que vous m'avez promise ?" demandai-je, ma voix tremblante alors que j'avalais ma salive tout en luttant pour empêcher mes genoux tremblants de céder. "Mhm... croyez-vous maintenant que je suis bon pour capturer les cœurs ?" L'homme aux cheveux argentés, portant cette paire d'yeux cramoisis menaçants, me regarda fièrement après avoir hoché la tête. Je haletai quand il serra sa main et écrasa le cœur frais en miettes. "Oui, milord. Vous êtes bon à cela, littéralement." Je suis mortifiée, regardant les morceaux du cœur tomber alors qu'il s'approchait. Chaque pas qu'il faisait me faisait reculer jusqu'à ce que mon dos atteigne un pilier solide. "Huh," Samael ricana brièvement en s'arrêtant devant moi. Ses longs ongles pointus couverts de sang tracèrent mon coude jusqu'à ma main. Doucement, il pinça mon index entre les siens, le guidant avant ses lèvres. "Ai-je réussi votre test, alors ?" Il demanda, la pointe aiguë de son ongle jouant avec le bout de mon doigt. Je fixai son regard pénétrant en répondant à contrecœur, "À peine." Il sourit, hochant la tête en signe de satisfaction avant d'appuyer son ongle sur la pointe de mon index, ce qui fit rapidement apparaître une goutte de sang. "Quel doux arôme." Il chuchota, plaçant mon doigt saignant dans sa bouche et le léchant avec passion. Son regard menaçant ne me quitta jamais des yeux alors qu'il consommait un peu de mon sang. "Cela signifie-t-il que vous acceptez mon invitation ?" En gardant mon doigt entre ses crocs, Samael demanda. Je me mordis inconsciemment la lèvre inférieure, mon cœur battant dans ma poitrine alors que mon dos se couvrait de sueur. "Mais... je suis juste..." Je m'interrompis, espérant que ma réponse mettrait fin à cela. "... je suis juste une humaine." Samael cliqua de la langue, mécontent de ma réponse alors qu'il lâchait mon doigt. "Non," Il chuchota. Tout mon corps se raidi lorsqu'il se pencha, caressant mon épaule jusqu'à mon cou de l'apex de son nez, alors que ses souffles chauds picotaient ma peau. "Vous n'êtes pas simplement une simple humaine... vous êtes mon humaine." Il souligna avant que je ne sente ses lèvres se séparer et la pointe de ses crocs contre ma peau. La couverture n'est pas la mienne. *** Histoire originale par: alienfrommars SUIVEZ-MOI SUR INSTAGRAM pour des illustrations originales de personnages: @authoralienfrommars Serveur Discord: https://discord.gg/tbS4rKec3e
alienfrommars · 27.1K Views

The Director’s Cuts: Horror Tales

Not every horror story gets released. Some are buried. Forgotten. Or never meant to be seen. These are the films that whisper in projection rooms, flicker through broken reels, and show up on tapes no one remembers recording. “Each novel is a standalone nightmare—scripted, cast, and directed by a man no one remembers hiring.” The Director. No one has seen his face. No one has survived two of his films. You're not reading a novel. You're watching his cut. Just pray he never turns the camera on you. --- ## Book 1: My Husband is a Serial Killer (and He Doesn't Know It) The reel clicks to life in an empty theater. Frame one: a woman's trembling hands holding a bloodstained journal. The handwriting inside matches her husband's perfectly—each confession detailing murders that made headlines, each date stamped with precision. Behind the camera, something breathes. Mara Lockwood thought she'd escaped her fractured past when she married Daniel Kessler—a gentle trauma therapist who forgets where he puts his keys, loses hours to daydreams, and loves her with desperate intensity. Their seaside home feels safe. Quiet. Until the journal surfaces from a locked drawer, its pages filled with Daniel's careful script describing acts of violence he swears he never committed. The camera never blinks. As bodies surface along the fog-drenched Oregon coast and Detective Elara Finch closes her investigation net, Mara faces an impossible choice: expose the man she loves or become his accomplice. Because the deeper she digs, the more she discovers about their shared time at Haven Creek Mental Health Facility—memories that were supposed to stay buried. Daniel's blackouts are getting worse. His sleepwalking more violent. And someone keeps leaving notes on Mara's windshield: "He doesn't remember what you made him do." In the projection booth, a clapperboard snaps. The Director adjusts his focus. He's been waiting for this story—one where the audience can't tell who's performing and who's just pretending to be real. Because if Daniel's the killer, Mara might be the reason he became one. And if she's covering for him... The film has already started. --- Disclaimer: All characters are original. Visual references are imagined and used for creative purposes only. No real person, actor, or public figure is involved or affiliated with this work. Poster concept and story by [D_Setia] Cover art generated using AI with original composition
D_Setia · 2.1K Views

Passionate Revenge; Karma Comes In Kinds

Revenge has a new name: Mrs. Winston. Nineteen years ago, Giulia Ricci's life was torn apart by the wealthy and powerful Longwangshi family.  She was falsely accused of infidelity, then thrown out by the man she loved, Yong Li, and forced to give up her baby but Giulia's story didn't end there. She's reborn as Mrs. Winston, a wealthy widow with a secret identity: The Phoenix, a ruthless businesswoman with a passion for destruction. As Giulia sets her sights on the Longwangshi family, she'll stop at nothing to take them down. She returns to San Francisco's Chinatown, where her paths cross with Yong Li's once again but this time, she's in control.  With elegance and precision, Giulia manipulates the billionaire's world, orchestrating subtle takedowns and fueling a fiery passion that threatens to consume them both. Will the ghosts of their pasts bring them together once more? EXCERPTS  Yong Li's eyes locked onto Giulia's, his voice low and husky. "Giulia, I never stopped loving you. I'm willing to forgive you, to move past what happened." Giulia's expression remained icy, her gaze piercing. "Forgive me?" Her voice dripped with disdain.  Yong Li's eyes burned with intensity as he stepped closer to Giulia. "Yes." She flashed a venomous smile at him, her words dripping with malice. "News flash, Lei Feng was infinitely better than you. His touch set my soul on fire, while yours barely sparked a flicker." His face twisted in pain, but she continued, with cruelty in her voice. "I have no regrets, Yong Li. Not a single one. And as for being with you again? I'd rather rot in hell."
Phoenix20_03 · 923 Views

Passion of a Maiden(R18!)

(Warning: Mature Content - R-18) Yaxi is trash, a timid rat wallowing in the mud. No one notices her, no one loves her. That is, until one day, Chen Ling—the golden boy she’s secretly obsessed with—is cast aside by his family and girlfriend, abandoned by all. She transforms into the venomous sidekick, plucks the fallen Chen Ling from the garbage heap, and claims him as her dog. She commands him to fuck her. But then, one day, the dog finds its true master. She tries to toss him aside for someone new. Shen Ling storms through the door, eyes blazing red, tears streaming, ripping her off the other body. “You can fuck whoever you want,” he pleads, “but let me join. Please.” Get A Sneak Peek “Don’t just talk the talk; you need to do something to show me you understand.” She abruptly pushed Chen Ling onto the bed, spread the blanket, and straddled him with her right leg. The blanket was heavy, pressing her down, and her face “plopped” onto Chen Ling’s chest. Chen Ling, who had been perfectly calm moments ago, had a tremor in his eyes, but Yaxi didn’t notice. She had prepared to be fierce and intimidating today, to scare him into submission. Now, with her legs clamping his waist and bent beside his thighs, and because she was lying down, her butt was slightly raised, her soft breasts pressing against his abdomen. The position was very strange. Meanwhile, Chen Ling’s body was stiff—not just his bones, but his muscles, taut with tension. Yaxi suddenly realized that he only seemed slim usually because of his height and good proportions. This made her feel less imposing. To make matters worse, Chen Ling’s hands were supporting her butt, lifting it slightly. ...
1Eliza_ · 72.4K Views
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