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"Spread your legs and use your hands, my little dove," his voice was rough, a dark whisper that curled into my skin. My body trembled, traitorous, yet I obeyed..because I never resisted him. I couldn’t. Even when his words bound me tighter than any rope, even when shame burned my cheeks, my fingers still moved at his command. I'm Amara Blake. At home, I’m nothing. The unwanted daughter. The mistake forced to live in her sister’s shadow. A living Donor. A spare part to my sister. Scorned by my mother, hated by my father, reminded daily that my only worth is keeping myself “pure” for Nina’s sake. But with him… purity doesn’t exist. Professor Black doesn’t see me as a burden. He sees me as temptation. A secret waiting to be ruined. Every time I walk into his office, I feel the weight of his gaze…hungry, dangerous, claiming. I shouldn’t want him. I shouldn’t crave the way his voice curls against my skin like a promise of sin. But I do. And when his hands finally touch me, I realize one truth…I’m no angel. I was made to burn. MY PROFESSOR SIN

I was the second princess of the Phoenix Court. And I fell in love with a lowly black serpent. In my past life, just to be with him, I purposely picked that black serpent during the Sacred Bonding ceremony when we each chose our companion beasts. After that, we spent every night together. I didn't care what the whole clan thought. I was determined to marry him. But on our wedding day, that same serpent I'd given my heart to drove an arrow straight through me, killing me while I was three months pregnant. As I lay dying, I heard him hiss bitterly in my ear, "If it weren't for you, I'd have been with Seraphine by now. You should've died a long time ago." That's when I finally got it. All he cared about was power. And he'd been in love with my older sister all along—the sister who was next in line for the Phoenix throne. When I opened my eyes again, we were back at that same moment—the Sacred Bonding ceremony. Before everyone, he dropped to his knees and confessed he loved my sister. He begged not to be bound to me. The whole clan looked at me with pity. But I only smiled and pointed to a small white serpent resting quietly off to the side. That black serpent thought clinging to my sister would make him powerful. What he didn't realize was that only the one I chose would become the true heir to the Phoenix Court.

[COMPLETED] Fates... How much do you believe in Fates? Centuries ago, a prophecy was told. In time, bits of pieces were lost. The remaining was preserved but it left many questions: "Every period of time comes forth the Archnemesis. The night will fall like the snow in winter season and the day will come like a flower that blooms in springtime. War shall cause the lives of many and the weak shall suffer. But lo, and behold, in a family of winter shall come the Blood Star of every generation. Strength and might that shall spill the blood of its Adversary by the death with its soul." Chloe Liu just wanted to become a fully pledged Kryst, a soldier of the Kingdom of Demetrius. Lucian Liu and the members of the Seven Geniuses just wanted to protect his sister. Prince Ciaran, the Særi ust Trūx (Future King), just wanted to protect the Kingdom of Demetrius along with his friends. What if the Fates wanted more? Ambition, love, manipulation, and power. The 27th Blood Star Bellatrix has to get through to the end. But will Bellatrix be able to turn the water to blood?

"How dare you to run away from me?” he said in his cold dark tone, his voice seemed very angry, his hand kept tightening around Jasmine neck that she could hardly breath.She struggled and begged "Plee.. Please let me go… yo.. you are mistaken wit.. With me, I.. I.. am not who you think” "Is that so, huh? Are you trying to tell me that you don’t know me?” he said in dangerous tone"Nooo.. Noooo.. I don’t know you, please leave me” Jasmine lied and her dragon wing rune on her wrist started burning."Then let me remind you who I am…” He said and in smashed his lips on her and before jasmine could struggle or push him away he released her neck and pulled her both hands above her head.His kiss was full on anger and dominance, he bit hard on Jasmine lower lip which made her open her mouth a little, taking that as opportunity he slid his warm tongue inside and started exploiting her mouth in every way possible.Couple of minutes later when he felt jasmine fainting because of lack of oxygen he pulled back "Now do you remember me?” He questioned her breathing hot air on her swollen lips. "Wh..o.. who are you?” Jasmine questioned him in her low voice trembling voice.He kept fanning hot breaths on her lips until “Draco” he said in his deep magnetic voice.-CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT (18+), STRONG ABUSE AND WHOLE LOT OF TORTURE ACTS. KINDLY READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

In a kingdom where three mystical beings of different identities had to coexist, one is wiped out because of jealousy and contempt. Azalea finds herself from the beginning as the one to hide her identity by extreme measures, until she enters the palace where her life is in danger and she meets an ousted illegitimate prince who is close to death. Twist of fates that entangles everyone into their dread secrets. Pains that are difficult to handle. A witch? The one to save the kingdom? Not when they had succeeded in wiping her kind. "There is no way she would spare everyone now."

"Miss Elara, get out of my class." The icy command snapped Elara back to reality. She shot to her feet so fast her chair screeched against the floor, her heart hammering against her ribs. She blinked wildly at the imposing figure commanding the front of the room: Professor Adrian Kingsley. Confusion flared before anger could. Why was she being kicked out? She hadn't said a word! She had been sitting there perfectly quietly... Well, quietly sketching. Her gaze drifted down to the open notebook on her desk. Right in the center of the page was an incredibly detailed, charcoal rendition of the professor himself. She had captured the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, and, for reasons she couldn't entirely justify…a set of ripped abs that definitely weren't visible beneath his tailored three-piece suit. ‘Oops.’ Heat rushed to her cheeks. Panicking, she leveled a fierce, righteous glare at him, trying to mask her guilt with pure audacity. But the emotionless ice statue didn't even blink. "Bag," he said coolly. "What?" "Take it and leave." Grinding her teeth, Elara aggressively shoved her notebook into her bag, silently vowing that this man would become the ultimate bane of her existence. She stomped down the steps, her posture rigid with fury. But just as she brushed past his podium, his deadly voice brushed against her ears. "And Miss Elara..." She paused, glaring. "If you're going to stare at your professor as though you'd like to strip him with your eyes," Adrian murmured, his gaze never leaving his lesson plans, "at least do it somewhere more discreet.” Elara's face erupted into a brilliant, mortified scarlet. "You—!" Choking on her own outrage and utterly devoid of a comeback, she flashed him a defiant middle finger, and stormed out, letting the heavy door slam behind her.