Beneath Her

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"Suddenly her bed began to rumble as did her whole room. It was as if her apartment separated from the others and began frantically dancing. It stopped abruptly. It was silent again"All Rights Reserved

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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

She looked like an angel, but temptation had sharper edges. Her skin softer than the silk she wore, her body a siren's invitation-she was heaven wrapped in sin. He wasn't supposed to want her again. But rules never mattered when she was in his bed. She was elegance and recklessness. Beauty and bite. And no matter how far they ran from the past, it never stopped chasing them-especially when the chemistry still burns and the damage runs deeper than they're willing to admit. In a world of power, pride, and passion, love was never part of the deal. But obsession? That never really ended.

"He thought I was his fiance when he pushed me in his bed". She was just the quiet florist girl-delivering roses, not trouble. But when she stepped into the mansion with that bouquet, he mistook her for his runaway fiancée. And when the city's most feared mafia lord makes a mistake... he never lets it go. But was she really mute or pretending, it's still a mystery.

I stand by her bed. Watching her as sweat trickle a down her forehead and disappears in her hair, as she clutches the sheets to save herself from the monster she so desperately wants to get rid of. I watch her as she clings on to every string of hope that anytime, anytime her mother will come and save her from him. From me. _ Hello ladies and gentlemen! I am new to this and I will try my best to make this interesting and a story that is worth your time. And also please forgive me if I make some grammatical mistakes because English is not my first language and I am still learning. so if there is any mistake please correct me politely. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS MEANS ALOT TO ME!🤗🤗🤗

Every night someone touches her skin - passionately, tenderly, almost lovingly. There can't be anyone in the empty apartment.... But she feels him. Afraid. And longs to feel those bold touches again. Fear mixed with sweet anticipation. Who is he? And what will happen when the secret is out?

"He was chaos. She was calm. Together, they were the storm I couldn't stop reading." - Wattpad Reader ⚠️ Disclaimer / Trigger Warnings This story is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences (18+). It contains themes and content that may be triggering to some readers, including: • Explicit sexual content / intimacy • Strong language • Physical violence • Street fighting / blood • Mental health struggles (panic attacks, depression, PTSD) • Suicidal ideation / attempt • Alcohol use Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you find any of these themes upsetting, please take care of yourself first.

(COMPLTED) When a quiet college student moves into a decaying apartment building on the edge of the city, he doesn't expect his new neighbor to be the daughter of a forgotten infernal line. But Neriah, the demon girl next door, hides behind soft smiles and drawn curtains - until strange noises, black feathers, and whispered names of the dead begin seeping through the walls. As the boundary between the mundane and the infernal collapses, both neighbors are dragged into a conflict older than the city itself - where love, guilt, and damnation blur, and every heartbeat sounds like a warning from hell.

Darkness. Darkness is all she could see. She woke up just seconds earlier, in a comfortable bed, but just a little squeaky. There was some light shining through coming from the little oval window in the top left wall. She sighs as she looks around the small, spaced-out room. She then spots folded clothes placed on a green padded, metal chair. The woman groans. The color of the shirt was dark green, the pants gray. She looks at her clothes seeing what she was wearing before was now a tank top and shorts. She looks around the room making it an idea to do. Then after taking a wandering glance around the new room, she got up. The bed made a squeaky mouse sound when she did, but the woman ignored it.

Help! My house Actually belongs to VAMPIRES! Vampire AU- Sashannarcy by Pride_Marcanne

Sasha Waybright, she just moved out of her parents house, her parents wanted her to stay but she thought if she did she would still feel like a burden even though she was their daughter. She chose this big mansion that was on the other side of town, her parents gave her a lot of money even though she declined the offer, but ever since she moved in the place it just felt off, like someone still lived there. One night, Sasha was thirsty and woke up in the middle night, she went downstairs but with every step she took she heard a rumbling sound get louder. She finally made it downstairs and saw two figures. "Who are you.."

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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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