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CHP-6. R18[ONE NIGHT STAND WITH A STRANGER]
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LOVE ME LIKE A CURSE Chp—68
POV: ARABELLA ——— My phone vibrates against the mattress before my alarm goes off. Once. Then again. I don’t reach for it immediately. thinking it was one of those pointless notifications. Mornings have become strange lately. Not bad. Just… weighted. Like my thoughts wake up before I do, already halfway through conversations I haven’t finished having yet. I turn onto my side stare at the wall for a second longer than necessary. Then i finally grabbed my phone out of frustration from the buzzing sound, blinking my eyes open to take a glance at the screen, The name there sharpens my focus instantly. Julian Cross That alone is enough to push the rest of sleep away. I swipe open the message. HEY. I’ve been wanting to ask, but do you mind if we hang out this weekend? Maybe after work on Friday… or Saturday. I’d really love to tell you something. I sit up. The room is quiet, gray light seeping through the curtains. too early for this kind of decision-making
LOVE ME LIKE A CURSE Chp—67[THE AWAKENING: VAELROS SERAXA]
Setting: THE BONE ORCHARD >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Bone Orchard quaked. Silence pressed down as if the world itself were holding its breath. Its pale soil cracked and hissed, exhaling the scent of blood long buried, centuries drowned beneath ash and silence. Every tree—a calcified sentinel, every branch—a frozen scream reaching for a sky starless and mute. The wind carried no mercy, only the hollow groan of a world that had forgotten how to fear. The air grew thick, dense pressing against unseen lungs. Shadows coiled, stretching, stretching until they bled into themselves, forming angles the mind could not bear. The bones of the First Brood shivered in their graves beneath the orchard, rattling faintly, a warning whispered through millennia: A pulse began—a rhythm that was not of the orchard, not of the soil, not of the moon. It throbbed with patience, deliberate, eternal. Then, without announcement, without hesitation, the first crack of light bled through the marrow of th
LOVE ME LIKE A CURSE Chp—66 [TETHERED BY TEMPTATION]
POV: ARABELLA >>>>>>> It’s finally workdays again, after leaving the weekend behind and the PDFs of my supposed Birthmark- meaning cluttering my inbox like they were conspiring against me. My head aches from trying to make sense of it all, but here I am, shoulders tense, coffee in hand, pretending I’m not counting down the seconds until I can disappear into the usual workloads of spreadsheets and email chains. Then he’s there. Julian Cross. Leaning against the side of the printer like he owns the place—or like he’s the only thing in it that matters. The moment Julian leaned across my desk, I could feel it before I even realized it. Not the casual closeness of someone passing a document or asking a question, but something sharper—something alive. My pulse didn’t just flutter; it skipped, tripped, like it knew my body had already registered his presence long before my brain did. “Hey bella,” he murmured, voice low. I looked up, expecting him to smile. But it wasn’t a sm
LOVE ME LIKE A CURSE Chp—65 [MY SIGIL BIRTHMARK]
POV: Arabella >>>>>>> I’m glad the rumors flying about the painting had already subsided. No one was talking about it the way they had in the previous days— with the whole internet flareup and all.... I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding as I stood alone in my room, the quiet wrapping around me like a fragile truce. The world had moved on. Or pretended to. Either way, I was grateful. I stepped toward the mirror. It was a simple thing—full-length, slightly worn at the edges—but it had always been honest with me. Too honest sometimes. I studied my reflection slowly, critically, the way I always did when my mind was restless. I didn’t mean to stare at myself for that long. At first, it was just habit—pausing in front of the mirror the way i always did before leaving the room, checking that nothing was out of place. Hair. Clothes. I tilted my head slightly. There it was again. That thought. "I don’t understand how someone like me is still alone." —
LOVE ME LIKE A CURSE Chp—64 [MINE OR NO'ONES]
POV: Duvesa. >>>>>>>>> After the driver dropped her off at her home, Duvesa didn’t turn back. The car door closed with a soft, respectful finality—one last courtesy extended on Lucien’s behalf—and then the vehicle pulled away, its headlights slicing briefly across the iron gates before vanishing into the night. She barely felt her steps as she stormed into her own residence, letting the door swing behind her with an accusatory slam. The hallway was empty, quiet, still. Too quiet. She wanted it loud. She wanted chaos. “Why?!” she screamed, voice echoing against the high ceilings. Her words fractured, jagged with fury. “Why can’t he just—love me?!” The sound clawed up her throat, Her fists slammed into the wall, nails scraping, leaving red lines she didn’t even notice. She wanted to see him, to shake him, to tear something out of him, to make him feel the way her body, her mind, her entire existence, had felt tonight. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. She had
LOVE ME LIKE A CURSE Chp—63. R18!!![EVERYTHING EXCEPT LOVE]
SETTING: D'ARAGON MANSION >>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lucien disliked evenings that arrived unannounced. The mansion always warned him—through routine that seemed to settle the same way every night—but tonight felt altered, not dramatic. Just… interrupted. He had dismissed the guards an hour earlier. Not because he was vulnerable. But because he wanted silence. He stood near the tall windows of the west wing, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled to the forearms, a glass of dark liquor untouched in his hand. He sensed her before she spoke. Her heels made no sound against the stone as she entered the room She wore black. Of course she did. “You’ve changed the staff rotation.” Duvesa’s voice was smooth, unhurried, as if she belonged in the space simply by noticing it. Lucien didn’t turn immediately. “You notice trivial things.” “I notice you,” she replied lightly. “Trivial has never been your brand.” He faced her then. “You replaced three senior attendants,” she continued
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