COMING SOON
SNEEAK PEAK.
ESME
"Darling," a voice purred while my mouth parted in awe.
His hands glided against my skin making every where they touch burn with desire.
My hands rushed to myself but a hand immediately grabbed it. His voice groaned d...
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ESMEMINA
What Mina believed was a simple journey into the realms of knowledge soon transformed into the very fabric of her existence.
The moment she laid eyes on Lucian, the enigmatic ruler of shadows, her heart, once dormant in the fortress of her mind, began to beat with a fervor she had never known.
They were wed beneath a full moon, surrounded by the flickering light of candles that danced like fireflies in the night. It was a union born of passion, a flame igniting in the very depths of her soul.
Esmemina found herself entranced by Lucian's otherworldly charm, as he molded her reality with a tenderness that pierced through the darkness of his past.
Yet, in the echoes of laughter that filled their grand castle, there lay an undercurrent of uncertainty—a whisper of shadows lurking just beyond the threshold of their newfound bliss.
"My Queen!" a voice echoed, slicing through her reverie as she strolled along the cobbled path that wound through the gardens.
With two stoic guards following in her wake—Lucian's unwavering command—she ventured toward Celeste's bookshop.
Lucian was away on diplomatic matters, and the intoxicating freedom filled her with a thrill she had longed for.
"Vanessa," she greeted, a smile illuminating her face. The guards softened their stance, sensing her ease.
"Mina!" A familiar figure approached his presence an unsettling chill against the warmth of the sun.
"Jeremy!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with surprise.
As her cousin closed the distance, a shadow of unease flickered in his eyes, an odd contrast to the vibrant hues of the day.
"A rather bold match you've made," he scoffed, his gaze darting nervously.
"What do you mean?" she asked, her brow furrowing as unease prickled at her senses.
"Nothing. Just a fleeting thought," he muttered, his body language betraying him, revealing the turmoil beneath his facade.
What was wrong? Was he concealing a dark truth beneath his skin?
"Very well, I have errands to attend to," she said, curiosity gnawing at her as she turned away, a feeling of foreboding settling over her like a cloak.
