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Deceptive purpose
Romance Sabeth, a woman of captivating mystery, possessed emerald eyes that held untold secrets. Her presence commanded attention, draped in an aura of enigma that danced with the shadows. Long, flowing ebony locks framed her face, and a cloak of midnight blue adorned her silhouette, billowing gently as if whispering ancient tales.
Araby, the charismatic artist, carried an air of creativity in every step. His hazel eyes sparkled with the passion of an untamed soul, reflecting the vivid hues of the worlds he painted. Tousled chestnut hair framed his face, and his attire, adorned with paint splatters, bore witness to the artistic fervor that consumed him.
Their unexpected encounter unfolded amidst the narrow streets of Eldoria, with raindrops painting a rhythmic melody around them. Sabeth's presence, like a silent tempest, drew Araby in with a magnetic force. Each shared glance and exchanged word revealed layers of complexity, adding to the intrigue that enveloped them.
In the cozy confines of the old bookstore, Sabeth's demeanor hinted at a world left behind, while Araby's artistic spirit spoke volumes through his captivating gaze. The ambiance, shaped by the scent of aged books and the gentle hum of rain, set the stage for the unfolding connection between these two souls.
As the night unfolded, the air crackled with an unspoken understanding, and their stories intertwined like threads weaving an intricate tapestry. Sabeth and Araby, each carrying the weight of their past, found an unexpected refuge in the shared moments of vulnerability.
Dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, signaling the end of their ephemeral encounter. Sabeth vanished into the morning mist, leaving Araby with a canvas filled with emotions and a lingering sense of wonder. The bookstore, witness to their serendipitous meeting, stood as a silent testament to the magic that transpired in Eldoria that fateful night. Based on lies
Romance Sabeth, a young woman with an adventurous spirit and a penchant for seaside serenity, found herself drawn to Araby, a navy officer whose charisma mirrored the rhythmic waves of the ocean. Their romance unfolded in the picturesque town of Seaview, where the air was laced with the scent of salt and dreams seemed within arm's reach.
Araby, with his mysterious allure, swept Sabeth off her feet, and their love story began as a canvas painted with simplicity. Yet, as the layers of their connection deepened, subtle shadows of hidden truths emerged, casting a delicate complexity over their narrative.
In the embrace of Seaview's tranquility, the couple faced the ebb and flow of emotions. The revelation of concealed lies stirred a tempest within their romance, challenging the very foundation upon which their love had blossomed. Sabeth, once entranced by the charm of Araby, now navigated the tumultuous waters of self-discovery and acceptance in the wake of this unforeseen revelation. You might like
MY MASTERS
Mercy Kay For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
The Alpha King's Hated Slave
Kiss Leilani Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana...
Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone.
Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more.
After his coronation, he attacked Salem.
The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery.
The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves.
They lost everything, including their land.
Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage.
The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge.
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Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery.
They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too.
It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything.
As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone.
As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time.
He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck.
Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile.
"You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly.
Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face.
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