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Seduction in 31 days

(warning:r18+ and strong mature content) 'Seduction is our craft; Manipulation is our craft ' Shante Jarret;a lady that was raped at the age of five by the same set of gangsters that killed her parents walked into a place to sought refuge not knowing it was an underground deadly club society. At first she was scared and thought she won't be able to make it but here she is the leader of the fraternity,they consists of mostly girls and the few men in the club are the trainers and the people bringing in new people,that is, recruiters. What's their job? They are to 'Hunt','Seduce','Manipulate','Play' and 'Take Down'. Missions are always given to the girls especially the experienced and capable ones;the particular and specific targets are the men they need to take down within 3 days. The first and deadly rule of the club is that you must not fall in love especially on the target else it's death and they also have to take the target down within 3 days otherwise you sought death. Shante's job is just to lecture the girls, brief them on the plans,give them steps and strategy on how to achieve the goal and give necessary punishments. Suddenly she received a mission from the big bosses that she must handle herself and was given a time limit of just one month;31 days. Target - Madden Banks,an introverted billionaire that has been shaking the stock market in recent times.A sadist,a cold jerk,a narrow minded person, youngest CEO ever lived. No much Intel on him and Shante was very confident that she didn't need 2 days to take him down. ************* Excerpt "Hi, I'm Te" Shante said coquettishly, licking her lips softly.Her hands were stretched forward, wanting an handshake Madden looked at her with crouched eyebrows "Te,as in Tea?" Shante felt angry immediately, scoffing inwardly but she still kept her seductive demeanor "No,as in Teeeeee..." she stretched "Shorten for Shante" she added. "Madden." He said curtly be fixing his gaze back on his little sister "I'll be going now." Tyra was about to question him but Shante beat her to it "I thought you were going to take us out?" Madden ignored her directly and rubbed his sister's head "Later sis".He winked at his sister and left "What the f..." Shante scoffed in anger,that bloody bastard, it's not his fault,not his fau... *********** Did she overestimate herself or underestimate him? Will she end up achieving her goal? Will she end up being preyed instead of being the predator? What of if she breaks the first and deadly rule? You want an answer to all these questions,then don't miss out this book, don't miss out the fun so you won't be in regret *wink*
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Little Light Lord [BL]

Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days
E_S_Sonnomett · 11.9K Views
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