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Snape Strokes His Own Cock

His Charisma

Kiefer knew when he had contracted the Weave. He would suffer incessant nosebleed, raging headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations and occasionally lose consciousness. Those were the major symptoms of the Weave. These symptoms would continue for what seemed like forever. Scraping away at his increasingly fragile mind, rendering every night more fearful than the last. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- When the clock would strike midnight, his sheets could usually be found slick with sweat, sticking to his body and getting even more soaked. Kiefer would try to move his limbs but they never really responded. His eyelids were shut tightly as he couldn't even open them. He would struggle and struggle one too many times to open them but they weren't exceptions in whatever was happening to him. But his ears? His ears picked up every single sound that surrounded him. Sometimes, Kiefer would hear one too many voices speaking at the exact same time, that they began translating into bundles and bundles of gibberish. His head ached terribly and he could do absolutely nothing about it. Trauma. While his eyes were shut, visions of vile and rabid monsters would charge at him from caves and clearings he could never quite make out. Their eyes, bloodshot, their teeth more like fangs dripping with crimson red blood, trying so desperately to rip the poor boy apart. Trauma. Kiefer would now and then try his hardest to wake himself up from the turbulent nightmare but it really did seem like the Weave hadn't had enough fun with him. -•-•-•- Kiefer would occasionally find himself tethering on the edge of the narrowest piece of boulder on what seemed to be a cliff. Looking down, his eyes would widen and his face would contort with fear as molten magma thrashed turbulently just few inches below his feet, burning and scalding his feet repeatedly. Then, all too suddenly, the cliff would melt and Kiefer would find himself falling back-first, his hands fluttering in the air, trying to grab onto whatever came into his grip to save himself. A guttural scream would escape his lips and echo off the far walls as he plunged deep into the boiling magma. -•-•-•- He wakes up with a start every new day, his forehead slick with sweat, his nightwear damp and his hair even damper. Soon, Kiefer didn't need a diviner to tell him the Weave was out for his heart. SUPPORT THIS NOVEL TO KEEP US MOTIVATED!!! FOLLOW INSTA ACCOUNT @guordio_masetti
guordio_masetti · 9.6K Views

DEATH'S OWN

Born with an unusual birthmark, the shape of a skeleton’s head with rose patterns round about it on her neck, many believed she would only bring bad luck to those around her. This belief was solidified when two of her suitors died unexpectedly right after a visit to her home. Such a thing should come as a bother to any woman but the same could not be said about Nyx. She didn't care if the beliefs about her were true or false. She never liked any of her suitors. Her heart had always been longing for a certain man whom she was very familiar with in her childhood but ceased to appear before her the moment she entered adolescence. Since she knew him one thing was very certain about him, he was not human since he never aged. Not even once. Believing he would one day come again, Nyx was prepared to wait until the day they would meet again. But not everything goes as planned. Having a sickly mother whose only wish was to see her daughter get married and an influential suitor who didn't mind the deaths around her, Nyx soon found herself married off and her mother passed away leaving a father who dreaded her existence and a husband she never loved. **** From a distance he watched her grow, keeping his distance from her, staying within the shadows. As she aged slowly into adulthood, the mark on her neck became more prominent and so was her scent. He wanted her to grow, but when she finally came of age, he thought she would be better without him. But as time wore on and other men began to show interest in her, he could not hold back nor could he let them have her. He discarded those who had an interest in her but one of them slipped through his fingers while he was away and took her. He waited to see if she was happy with her life, with that man, if she was, then he would let her be. She would be able to live a happy life this time unlike the previous one, but everything changed when the forces from the underworld learned of her existence and her connection with him. Her husband was killed which he permitted and her life was in constant danger. Keeping the distance was no longer an option and he once again appeared before her.
Blessing_O · 64.6K Views

owned

In the first year after being sold off, you were lucky to have been placed with a wise cellmate. Although she was only 1 and a half years older, she had been here for a very long time. If not for her you would have ended up in the pile of bodies at the back of the farthest confinement unit long before you were able to be sold. After only 2 months with your new friend, her time to be sold off had come. She came to the cell excitedly, to fetch her belongings before finally bidding her goodbyes. Her belongings consisted of nothing, she had only used that as an excuse to come back and tell her little cellmate the exciting news. "He's so handsome and tall. He looked at me with eyes full of intrigue and passion!" Exclaimed Joelle, her cellmate. "I knew the day would come, he is a kind man as to even let me make one last trip down here, don't worry, Evalie. Someday, you will be bought and taken away from all of this by a handsome prince just like me. But for now, just hold tight and keep doing as I've taught you over this past few moons, I will always remember you, my evalie. Stay safe princess."those were the last sane words you ever heard come out of joelle's mouth. After only a mere month with the "handsome prince" Joelle was returned to the establishment, only the person that returned was but a mere shell of what her Joelle was before she left. The girl was only 16, but just in the course of a few moons, she had all the life and will to live sucked out of her. That man not only stomped one girls dream to be saved by a Prince Charming but it was actually two girls who had their hope extinguished and soaked in an endless flow of cold harsh water. Unfortunately that was the harsh truth slaves had to face. Wether you become a simple servant, to even a torture doll for your master to take out his frustrations on, you are a slave. That is your place. You must know it and abide by it, always, forever.
Grievingfairydust · 589 Views

Strokes Of You

Valeria Hart has always believed that art is an extension of the soul. But no matter how much passion she pours into her paintings, it never seems to be enough—not for the galleries that reject her, not for the clients who undervalue her work, and certainly not for the mounting medical bills threatening to take away the only family she has left. Just when she’s on the verge of giving up, an unexpected offer changes everything. Adrian Sinclair—a wealthy, enigmatic businessman—wants her to paint a portrait of his late brother, Oliver. But this isn’t just any commission. Adrian doesn’t want a simple likeness; he wants a piece of art that breathes, that holds the essence of the brother he lost. As Valeria delves into Oliver’s world—through photographs, stories, and the lingering grief Adrian tries so hard to hide—she finds herself caught between the lines of memory and reality, of passion and restraint. But as she begins to uncover the depth of Adrian’s pain, she also starts to see the cracks in her own guarded heart. With every brushstroke, Valeria paints more than just a portrait—she paints the emotions neither of them are ready to face. But when secrets from the past come to light, Valeria realizes that this commission isn’t just about capturing Oliver’s soul—it’s about uncovering the truth that could change both of their lives forever. A story of art, loss, and unexpected connections, Strokes of You is a heartfelt romance about two people learning to heal—one brushstroke at a time.
Memory_Poison · 445 Views

OWNED BY MR MAFIA

Sold to the highest bidder to pay off a blood feud, I never imagined I would be the pawn in my father's fatal game. Still, here I am before Enzo De Luca, the most vicious mafia leader in the city. Though appealing, he is cold, deliberate, and as lethal. Though my heart races just from his proximity, it is his touch that ignites me. My body betrays me and reacts to him in ways I am powerless over. And I melt as he softly, commandingly says my name. Enzo loves neither me nor another. In his deadly kingdom, I am only another bargain, another transaction. But every time we are alone, the conflict between us snaps—desire becomes a terrible addiction. Although I detest him for everything he stands for, I yearn for the way he consumes me, body and soul. He has made it quite evident—our marriage is more about power than love. Still, every angry gaze and every snatched moment in the shadow reveals something different. Benevolent underneath his icy façade lies something broken that appeals to the darkest sides of me. But depending on a man like Enzo may mean losing everything. Bound to him now, for better or worse, I am caught in a world where loyalty is brittle and treachery carries a bullet. Our friendship gets more perilous the more truths about his empire I find. And as the past calls for us, I have to question myself: will our passion be the thing that ruins us both or can I survive loving a guy like Enzo De Luca? Burning in his arms is me. But in his universe, I could roast alive.
edwardsauthorsally · 18.7K Views

Revenge In Her Own Skin

He grasped my neck firmly with his strong arms and declared, 'You're mine!' I struggled to break free, my anger rising. 'Let me go!' I demanded. But he held me close, his grip unyielding. Tears of sadness and anger filled my eyes as I whispered, 'You never truly loved me. You just manipulated me.' My voice trembled with emotion. He looked at me intensely, his eyes filled with a mix of passion and desperation. 'I did love you, Bella,' he insisted. 'I still do.' Before I could say another word, he crashed his lips against mine. His grip was unyielding, his touch overpowering. Even though he had hurt me, my body ********************** On the night of her tenth wedding anniversary, Bella uncovers a devastating betrayal—her husband, Kelvin, has been having an affair with the ruthless and seductive Mimi Larkin. Humiliated and heartbroken, Bella's world shatters. But when a fight between them leads to both women falling into the water, something shocking happens—they switch bodies. Now trapped in her enemy’s skin, Bella wakes up in the hospital,her real body lies in a coma and she's now in Mimi's body. As Bella fights to reclaim her life,she learns more, she discovers that her marriage was built on lies and that Mimi has made many enemies. But Mimi will not give up easily. With her new face, she spreads more lies and makes things even harder for Bella. The question remains: will Bella ever get her body back—or will she be trapped in her enemy’s skin forever?
Ellanma · 1.8K Views
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