The Different Forms Of Wicked

The Different Forms Of Wicked

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Harlow Muskaan never thought that there was anything waiting for her after death. Didn't believe in heaven or hell, or any type of religion that based it's principles on descending into some type of place after you die. She just simply thought once a person died, they would just stay as ashes and be as it is. That is until she winds up dead by accident. Discovering whimsical realms and ethereal characters, she gets swept up into a wonderful fantasy she never thought possible. But there's a problem every realm faces, and only Harlow can solve it.... "Forgive me Harlow" he whispered seductively into her ear Before she could even process what he could possibly mean, he kissed her long and hard. Passion thriving as they interlocked lips. Pleasure dancing on Harlow's mouth in pure ecstasy. But suddenly, his mouth started to feel bitter, as if his whole being had gone rotten. Her head ached with discomfort as she stepped out from his once joyful kiss, her legs going tremendously weak from under her. As her vision started swarming, Harlow saw him give her a dejected glance before all she saw was black.....
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The warm blood envelopes me. The feel of it is thick and sticky, I roll onto my belly, pushing back my hair, which are also drenched in blood. I kick my feet in the air as I lick at my fingers. Suddenly I feel as if something had been ripped off of me, leaving me feeling empty. That's when a tall, handsome, muscular man materialises before me. I smile, biting my lower lip. "Ashar." He looks down at me, I kneel before him, closing my thighs like I good girl. I look up at him through my eyelashes and watch as a devilish grin stretches across his face. He hooks his finger around my chin, forcing me to lift my head up at him. He bends down, leaning in close and I feel my body jump in anticipation of his touch. I don't remember anything, I just know he makes me feel really good. I want to feel really good. -.-.-.-.- What happens when a djinn who was assigned to kill her, falls insanely in love with her. Nothing less than a complete disaster, a painful one.

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