Disclaimer: This story has 18+ Sexual Theme and Violence, no one under 18 is allowed to read this. *"Are you sure you're ready for this? Are you willing to give yourself to me?" The intensity of his gaze made me want to do anything for him. His eyelids were heavy, his breath wild and thirsty for me—exactly what I had always wanted, for him to be crazy for me. "I give you all of myself, as long as you'll have me," I whispered in his ear, kissing his neck. His hand moved up my back, slowly unhooking my bra, caressing my neck with the back of his fingers. As my bra fell away, he took a moment to look at me, sighing in amazement. "You are beautiful, Julia," he murmured, kissing my neck. I tilted my head back, heart pounding as he whispered against the skin of my chest, "You are mine, Julia." He pressed his ear to my chest. "Did you hear that? That heartbeat calls my name!"* *Growing up in my childhood town, it was my dream to pursue my Music Career. Like any ordinary teenager, I had millions of dreams: To go on a world tour, perform on stage, to become famous. I couldn't have thought I was cursed decades before I was even born, and then I had to come back to my mother's hometown, thinking I might escape him, while accidentally landing in his trap. And then, I met them - two captivating men who stole my heart with their charismatic presence and mysterious allure. Now I'm torn between them in a world where I'm not allowed to fall in love. --- I'm Julia Murphy, and I'm marked by a demon, who won't stop at anything until he gets his claws on me.*
View MoreIt all started before I was even born, back in my mom's hometown, it is called Shadowbrook.
She was just coming back from her doctor's appointment, bursting with joy to tell my grandma that she was pregnant.
But as the rain poured down and my mom sat in the car, she noticed a helpless woman caught up in the rain.
This woman wore a blue bandanna and a loose button-up shirt.
Out of kindness, my mom offered her a ride and the woman accepted, sitting beside her.
Everything seemed fine until they reached the woman's destination. Just before getting out of the car, she grabbed my mom's hand and looked into her eyes.
"You are carrying a girl who belongs to the darkness," she whispered urgently. "Kill her or give her to me, for I will protect her from her dark fate!"
My mom was terrified and quickly pulled her hand away. But the woman continued, saying, "The claws, the bite, the cries! When you see these three signs, you'll know where to find me!" She left her card on the car's front desk and disappeared.
At first, my mom brushed off the encounter. But as time went on, she noticed the woman stalking her, watching silently from a distance. That's when my mom made the decision to leave Shadowbrook for good.
Leaving that town was a fresh start for us. I grew up like any other kid, attending a private school where I was perfect both academically and socially.
My parents, Lucia Murphy and David Murphy, may be separated, but they are both successful professionals who have always been protective of their only daughter.
They shielded me from the harsh realities of the world. However, it was my own choice to never have a boyfriend or experience any meaningful romantic relationships.
Yeah, it's true. I'm Julia Murphy, and even though I'm turning 18 this winter, I've never been in a relationship. I guess I'm just waiting for someone special, someone who I can really connect with, whether I want to or not.
According to my friend, it's impossible for a girl as attractive as me to stay single.
I have long, black wavy hair that falls down to my waist, and a delicate face with unique hazel-colored eyes that I don't see around me very often.
I'm taller than Victoria and just as slim as her. People say I'm smart and compassionate. I'm definitely not a crybaby. I'm confident and have good communication skills.
So as I was saying, everything was going pretty smoothly until my 16th birthday. That day changed everything.
It was a wonderful day, and after my birthday party, I was so tired that I decided to go to bed early.
I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, but this night was different. It was the worst night I could ever remember.
That night, I saw him for the first time. The thing that woke me was his warm breath against my neck, and it made me feel both uneasy and pleasurable at the same time.
I moaned and opened my eyes, and there he was. The most beautiful face with burning hot red eyes.
He seemed strangely intoxicated yet incredibly attractive. His seductive eyes and muscular body were more than I could handle.
I lifted my head to get closer to him, wanting to feel his breath on my skin. But he slowly backed away and whispered, "Oh, not yet, my love!"
My breath came in a gasp as I pushed myself up toward him, my palms slick with sweat.
Beneath me, the twisted, lifeless forms of countless bodies lay stacked, their empty eyes staring up in eternal horror.
Burning in the middle of high wild flames these bodies were fresh. A scream clawed at my throat, but fear choked it back.
Yet what mattered to me was his eyes they were hypnotizing me in a way I can't describe.
His beautiful reddened black eyes fixed on me, this pile we sat on was under a tree, a twisted wide-branched tree, with millions of tiny leaves.
He once again approached me and licked my neck, I squeezed the sheet under my hands without knowing, my breath rising with each passing second.
“My Julia, I am coming to find you!” He whispered in my ear, his breath driving me crazy.
But I realized that there’s another sense that is pulling me away from him, a sense of unease. I forced my eyes open.
But as I opened my eyes, I found myself alone in my own dimly lit room, the air heavy with an oppressive sense of dread.
The room is filled with strange, unsettling whispers that seem to echo from every corner, making my skin crawl with unease.
As I explored the room, I noticed shadows flickering across the walls, shifting and twisting into horrifying shapes but not of creatures, but rather of human engagement of all sense, a couple, kissing each other, a man, stabbing another one, a body, hanging from the fan.
The temperature dropped suddenly, sending a shiver down my spine as an icy chill gripped my bones.
Suddenly, a figure materializes before me, the same man, his seductive gaze once again locked with mine.
His voice was a low, haunting whisper that sent chills down my spine as he spoke to me.
His words are like honeyed poison, "Surrender to me, and the power and pleasure beyond your wildest dreams shall be yours!".
My heart raced with fear and curiosity at the same time, but I found myself drawn toward him despite the terror.
I had no idea this was a dream still, as the dream progresses, my body begins to respond unwillingly, my heart pounding in my chest and my breath coming in shallow gasps.
I felt a strange sensation coursing through my veins, a mixture of fear and exhilaration that left me trembling with curiosity.
Suddenly, the room began to spin wildly around me, the walls closing in as if to swallow me whole.
My screams echoed through the darkness in reality against my dream as I struggled to break free from the grip of this nightmare.
He approached me as his shadow on the wall shifted and twisted into countless creatures.
He was above me, his fingers sliding up my bare legs.
Afterward, Jade decided we all needed a brief moment of warmth and comfort. She prepared hot chocolate for us, the rich aroma of cocoa and spices filling the air.“There’s a chill tonight,” she remarked as she set the tray down on the coffee table. The steam from the mugs swirled lazily upward, offering a small relief from the tension that had lingered in the house.One by one, we each picked up our mugs, the warmth of the ceramic seeping into our hands.“Let’s take a moment,” Jade said with a soft smile. “A small slice of peace before we dive back into the chaos that awaits us. We could use it.” She took a sip, her expression briefly relaxing.Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken truths.After a brief silence, Jade, seated beside me, looked at me, her voice soft and unassuming. “What is it, Julia?” Her tone carried a warmth, humble and free of judgment.“I miss Mom!” The words escaped me like a broken dam. My gaze dropped to the floor as my shoulders sagged under the weight
It wasn’t just the sound of the name. It was *how* he said it—soft, deliberate, laced with an accent so painfully familiar it twisted my heart in ways I couldn’t explain. The voice was calm, measured, and hauntingly perfect. He had studied Evan well, perhaps too well. I clenched my jaw, my nails digging into my palm as I forced a weak smile. “Don’t try to manipulate me,” I said, my voice steady despite the tears threatening to escape. There was a pause, brief but heavy, and then his tone shifted—still calm, but now laced with something darker, something that crawled under my skin. “Then why did you call me?” he asked, his words striking a nerve I didn’t want to acknowledge. “I…” My voice caught in my throat for a moment before I forced myself to continue, my throat tight with emotion. “I just wanted to hear his voice… one last time.” The admission slipped out, each word carrying the weight of unshed tears. He didn’t hesitate, his tone smooth and infuriatingly controlled. “And
Dominic, ever the practical, raised a hand. “But how do we create a trap for someone like him? It’s not exactly as simple as setting a snare. He is basically the root of all supernatural.” "And suppose we find a way to trap him---what's next?" Victoria added."Maybe there's no way to trap him... but--" Petra, who had been silent until now, smirked with an almost mischievous glint in her eyes. "Maybe we can trap his host!" She pulled a suitcase closer, snapping it open with a flourish. Inside lay an ancient, jet-black book with a velvet cover that seemed to shimmer ominously in the dim light. The book exuded an unsettling aura, its pages appearing to drip with a darkness that defied explanation. Each page looked like it had been soaked in shadows, the ink melding with the very fabric of the paper. “This,” Petra said with a flourish, “is the *Tome of Deeds*.” Her fingers slid delicately over the edges of the book as she opened it, revealing intricate sketches and cryptic writings th
He sat with us in the house for a while before the doorbell rang, its ringing slicing through the heavy silence like a blade. Jade moved to answer it, and moments later, a group of women stepped inside. They entered with an air of authority, their presence filling the room instantly. The first woman caught my attention with her striking appearance—Petra. Her long, silky hair, streaked with caramel highlights, framed her face flawlessly. She was African-American, with a polished elegance that spoke of special care. Everything about her—from her perfectly arched brows to her pristine nails—suggested that she spared no expense when it came to herself. In stark contrast to Jade’s natural, effortless beauty, Petra seemed like someone who viewed herself as a canvas, and the world her audience. Behind her was another woman, Agnes. Her appearance was a study in contrasts. She was white, thin, and clearly older, with short, curled bob hair that was a mix of more gray and less brown. The si
The icy splash of water jolted me awake, sending a shiver coursing through my spine. I let out a long, deep breath and leaned back, letting the cold clarity settle over me before I finally opened my eyes. My reflection in the mirror was a stranger—tired eyes, hollowed cheeks, and an expression that I barely recognized as my own. I swiped a towel across my face and turned to Jade, who held me with her usual calm, and now with a smile. “Coffee, right?” she asked, her voice gentle but knowing. I nodded, trying to muster any hint of normalcy. “Yes, Ma’am.” “Good. Join your friends. I’ll be there in a minute,” she said, the warmth in her smile oddly comforting. I made my way to the table where Dominic and the others were gathered. The weight of their pity pressed down on me like an anchor. I could feel their stares—unspoken words that stung worse than any blow. But Dominic... Dominic didn’t even glance my way. Not once. His silence felt heavier than their sympathy, and I couldn’t d
My words dissolved into sobs, my chest heaving as I clung to her hands like they were my last tether to sanity. My grief spilled over, raw and merciless, my sobs morphing into broken hiccups as Jade pulled me into her arms. She held me tightly, her presence a quiet balm to the storm raging inside me, even as I wished for the impossible: to erase love itself.“I can’t do that, I’m afraid,” she said firmly, her lips pressing into a thin line as she spoke, her tone cutting through the air with a conviction that was impossible to ignore. She gave a slight, almost subtle shake of her head, her eyes narrowing. “What you mistake for weakness, what you think will break you, will instead become the very strength you need, even if you can't see it yet."Her gaze softened, and she reached up to gently lift my chin, forcing me to meet her eyes. There was a vulnerability there, an unspoken sorrow that flickered in the depths of her gaze. It was almost as though she were seeing something within me
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