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To Deprive A Deprived Person

Betrothed to a Billionaire

--- Ariana was rooted to the floor outside of Anthony’s door her heart raced in her chest, like something was preparing to break apart her ribs. She had not wanted to come to a halt, much less listen in on the conversation that was unfolding before her. But the sound of laughter that came from Rachel was not new to her ears which suddenly had her face the direction of the voice like a pupet. “…you’re so bad, Anthony,” Rachel whispered sexily. “I never lie to you,” Anthony countered sullenly then suddenly grew smarmy, “I’m only bad with you.” Reaching out Ariana braced her back against the wall and her mind whirled round with confusion. Glancing around the corner she stopped breathing as she saw them. Rachel resting on Anthony laps, having her hand resting on Anthony’s arm. He leered at her, and from even his bearing suggest that he wanted something more than friendship from her. “She has not realized it yet?” Rachel asked me in low tones as if Shareen was a hopeless case. Anthony chuckled. “He realized Ariana was smart, as well as trusting in his team. That’s her weakness.” Such words are a shock for Ariana as if someone slapped her. [His fists clenched.]His hands shook, and for a moment she considered; she felt that nausea could overcome herself. Trust. That was what she had delivered to them – what she considered they deserved. And now? Now they were laughing about it, about her . She wanted to rush into the room and meet them eye to eye, look them into the eyes and scold them for every single angry word that rises within her chest. But she didn’t move. Not yet. She held a strap of her bag so tightly her hands became gloved. Indeed, she retreated sensibly, her breathing becoming light. It was not so strange they did not notice her go ; of course they did not. Why would they, if they reckoned she did not know any better? And when she came to the door of the house, shutting herself out on the cold evening, when the wind caressed her cheek like a slate, then in her soul something leaped. The heartbreak was still there, but it was buried beneath a wave of something new,rage. But she paused and with her head held high she walked away leaving her legs give away from her. The frosty night’s darkness embraced her when she tripped outside, onto the campus and grass., but the freezing air was no match for the icy sensation in her chest. She began to ponder vigorously various questions, accusations and processes of retaliation in her mind. But she didn’t see the car. This blaring of the horn was too late. There was the pathetic squealing of brakes and a moment of unbearable agony that filled her from head to toe. The world staggered, and the last thing Ariana could make out before everything went black was the night sky above her. Everything went black. ---
Tomisin_Osarz · 162 Views

The Undead's Personal Slave

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?
rach_sales · 104.5K Views

Two Genders, Same Personality

Disclaimer: [This novel is a semi-spin off story of another story I, Xalysian, haven't posted yet on Webnovel. This is a modern fantasy set in a different world although acts so similarly to the real world we're in.] [Paused, do read GRaD instead... will have smut scenes in Volume 2] Agenda, like Earth, had its own history. From the beginning of time, there was a dream born from the minds of two beautiful Goddesses, Astrade and Lionella. That dream later became a world born of life, the world took on a name, Agenda, to keep on nurturing its environment overtime. Through many histories of the past from wars to legends and lastly, memories, the world finally became at peace. Free of world ending threats of the old, free of suffocation caused by the Conqueror who was the sole reason behind the countless nightmares in the olden past. Now, we're settled in a world of peace. In the modern era of Agenda, in the country of Ridgea. We set our eyes on a little incident that caused a young man and a young woman had a dispute on what was going on with their lives. Beginning from the start of their fated morning, the man had woken up from his sleep only to find a girl sleeping beside him. Excited at the sight of her bold appearance? Indeed, one could admire such beauty. Flustered from the surprise after realising it wasn't a dream? Hell yeah! One could say that they managed to hit a jackpot! However... This man was frustrated by the beautiful sleeping girl in his bed with questions in his mind. "Who the f**k is she? And why does she looked like me?" [P.S., I'm bad with synopsis. I don't know whether I should explain the world first or just go right into the story. However, this is a spin off story based on the same world as my other works (not in Webnovel yet, since I'm terrible at keeping up with my own updates).] [P.S.S., Not recommended for people under the age of 18. Several light NSFW or full on NSFW content ahead.] Tags: [Supernatural] [Fantasy] [Spin-off] [Slice of Life] [Action] [Romance] [Comedy] [Modern-setting] [School] [P.S.S.S., Don't get your hopes up, I don't intend to fully explore the spin-off series as I'm experimenting with this concept.]
Xalysian · 32.6K Views
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