Nefertari 소설 & 이야기

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

But she carried it with her, and it was enough for her that she treated the lives of men as useless as a prize in the form of a tattoo. It grew into legend for years, wherever that woman went, a crowd of people gathered in the distance, whispering in her ear that she was the soul collector princess, the one who killed men for pleasure and had each kill tattooed on her back like a map of death. Gloriously admired for her strength as Nefertiti, feared for her bloodthirsty vengeance as Cleopatra, the want-and-taker as Nefertari, it didn't do any good to get into trouble with her. They wondered what the design could look like, wondered if she covered herself up so

Valerie said. “Duly noted” I said and Amelia scoff. What is her problem with me?. “Can I meet the kids?” I asked but when she was about replying me a woman walk in. “Good afternoon Luna” Valerie said. Caden is mated to an old beautiful woman? That little piece of shit… Why does he want to here when he is already mating with another woman? “And who might this be?” The woman asked. “C-Ca-Caden’s ehmmm” Valerie starts to stutter as she try to find a proper way to address me while me on the other hand is trying hard not to laugh.

The sound of Levi’s chuckles fills the quiet, pulling a small smile from Kenji’s lips. “How is Remiel?” Kenji asks. “He is still sleeping thanks to Levi’s spell. But I am not sure how long his spell will last.” Concern rushes through me. “We need to find a way to break this spell soon.” “But without Morgana that will be impossible.” Kenji says, letting out a frustrated sigh. “What about that Egytptian Goddess…what was her name?” I wrack my brain for the Goddesses name. “Nehmetawy?” Levi asks, a look of concentration appearing on his face. “Jamari didn’t want to trust her with the book.”

The frail girl apologized as would a killer in front of the prosecution. "It's okay." She hadn't seen any pictures, and judging by the expression on the young girl's face, she wasn't sure if she should see them. Maria picked up her purchase, setting to walk back to Harry's. Pictures. They rang in her head and as hard as she fought curiosity, it got the best of her. She clicked her phone on, Jackson's name was tagged 'hottest' on the search bar and Natasha's was the second. Fear crawled under her skin like a dangerous insect, it threatened to paralyze. Still, she wiped the cold sweat that tickled with her sleeve and proceeded with the search. She clicked his name on the search bar, then she s

The child did not yet know she had been born into a betrayal. ​Seraphyne lowered her gaze, her face beautiful beyond the limits of mortal imagination. Hair like woven sunlight cascaded over robes intricately embroidered with shifting constellations, while a crown of living, pulsing radiance floated just above her brow. Throughout the countless territories under her vast dominion, temples had been erected in her honor, kings bled for her favor, and millions of faithful offered their desperate devotion each day. She was the High Goddess of Radiance, an undisputed victor of three consecutive Rankings, and one of the most terrifyingly powerful deities in Heaven.

And Vivienne knew she could not let this child die. Moments later, the baby entered the world with a strong cry—dark curls and olive skin, lungs already fierce. Vivienne caught her in her arms and for a second… time stopped. “She’s beautiful,” Vivienne whispered, tears falling freely. Sekhmet reached out with trembling fingers to touch her daughter’s cheek. Blood was pooling beneath her now. She wouldn’t survive the journey to safety. “Her name…” she gasped in a tongue older than the Nile, one Vivienne understood without question. “Nefertari… Bomani.”

They cackled in loud laughs that sounded like sounds made by hyenas it made her more nervous than she was. The crowd that surrounded her began to touch her lightly as if she was about to disappear any minute. A child lingered the twinkle in his eyes showed his curiosity. Something others tried to hide. Although Mari's thick hair was unlike their frail corn rows yet her complexion was as dark as theirs and it shone in the rising sun. It was unlike anyone they had seen though they haven't ventured out of Caliba for fear of being killed by the god, Nwgal Apata.

After they carried their meals, those who were already seated with their friends stood up for the girls to sit. "Who are they?." I ask facing Suzanne. "They are the goddesses of this school." She answers sipping from her apple juice. "What?." "Yeah. You see her?." She says referring to the one with blonde hair. "Yeah?." "She's the sassy queen. Her name is Sage Norman. Her dad owns this school, no one dares talk back at her or they get expelled." She explains. "Oh." I mouthed. No wonder the woman serving their foods was scared, she doesn't wish to lose her job here.

I am of a slave, but not the slave that you may think of. My mother was of slave, but she had become famous because of her extremely attractive facial features. People would travel far and wide to see of the dark skinned woman, with skin as dark as the devil. It was believed she was far too beautiful and therefore she was thought of as supernatural and not human.