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Blackwell

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 · 4.2K Views

Subduing The Devil Overlord

[WARNING: Mature Content 18+] "My soul craved yours from the very beginning of time." ____ Theodore Blackwell was the very reincarnation of the Devil yet Eva fell straight into his arms, not knowing that the Devil doesn't come to you with a red face and horns. He arrived in her life as everything she had ever desired... [Excerpt] Instead, a tall man stood there looking like the very reincarnation of the devil himself and Eva felt uneasy as she felt the dark aura around him markedly. He was handsome looking, no, handsome was not enough to describe his appearance. It was hard to describe him as handsome when she had seen no one as attractive as him in her whole life. His hand was in the pocket of his slacks as he walked forward in her direction. When she noticed him coming close to her, Eva took a few steps back until her back met the hard wall behind her. He didn't stop approaching her and Eva held her breath when he entered her breathing space. She was a head shorter than him so he leaned down until their faces were in front of each other. His hand was placed on the wall, right beside her as Eva stared straight into his obsidian black eyes which were darker and deeper than normal human beings. Was this a staring competition, thought Eva as she tried not to blink under his intimidating gaze. By any chance, did he not have the ability to speak? Finally, he opened his mouth to speak. In a smooth tone, he spoke, "You're staring in my eyes." _______ Handsome looks: Triple Check! Evil family relative: Check! Misunderstandings: Check! Power building: Double Check! A/N: This story has a slow-pace beginning and quite a lot of it consists of healing since trauma and panic attacks are discussed in detail. If you're not comfortable with it, I suggest skipping those chapters with warnings. Hope you all enjoy and stay for the whole ride! _______ Disclaimer: Cover is mine. Please don't copy or use it without my permission. Wanna support? ^^ You can do so below~ Patreon: patreon.com/nyx_reveuse Instagram: nyx_reveuse Discord server: https://discord.gg/jm97MnPu
NyxReveuse · 284.8K Views

Taming the obsessive tyrant

Celine Llanna Lancster.An illegitimate daughter of the duke was adored by her parents. With her beauty that was enchantingly demure and angelic. An innocent girl who doesn't know much of the world, she had caught a lot of attention and captured the hearts of many, and one of them was the dashing crown prince of the Pedalion empire. An accidental encounter, there she met the young crown prince who's been assassinated by a certain person. The crown prince of the Pedalion empire, Lucian Hyacinth Blackwell. The last descendant of the Pride king of werewolves, fell for sweet and innocent charm. The two became friends and soon fell in love with each other. At a young age, the two vowed to never forget each other as they parted. Remembering those precious memories, the two live their lives at a complete distance far away from each other. As time flies by, the vow that they made will soon turn into betrayal. Misunderstandings and lost memories will slowly change their lives. Turned one of them into an obsessive tyrant. EXCERPT: A full moon gives a bright light in the night sky, With the cool breeze of the rising spring, a soft gust of wind blew the falling leaves as they flew with the windy flow in the air. A young woman who's rushed packing her clothes in her suitcase, with a worried expression on her face, planned on fleeing before the sun rises. Celine who was in a hurry running down quickly on the staircase while carrying her small suitcase paused and was shocked as she step back trembling in fear. The man who was standing right in front of the back door chuckled and stared at her teasing, As he walked towards her, slyly smiled while holding handcuffs in his right hand. "My dear Celine! Do you think you can run away from me?" Lucian sighed as his right lip curved and make a smirk, but Celine who was desperate to escape him gambled her life. As she run across towards him avoiding his gaze, yet didn't work .his hands grabbed her wrist and hugged her tightly in his arms while putting the handcuffs on both of her hands. While he's mi at her back, Celine continued to resist his grip, then stopped as she can feel him leaning his face onto her right ear. "Please stop! Let me go!" she begged, trembling and keep resisting his grip. As he hugged her tightly while licking her earlobe, teasing her as he whispered into her ears sweetly. " Darling Celine, you can't run away from me, you are mine, body and soul" he whispered. Placing his face onto her neck then kissed it lightly as he leaves a kiss mark on her pale skin. Celine's shoulder tenses up as he licks her neck slowly, enjoying the situation he mumbles. "What should I do to make your stay?..should I lock you up and hid you somewhere no one can see this beautiful face of yours!" he commented, while Celine who was avoiding his gaze cried, as her 5th attempt at escaping him failed. Celine who was an illegitimate child of an aristocratic family became the Tyrant's Obsession.
shootingstar27 · 74.3K 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
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