Collection Of Dark POVs. Vol. 1

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''Darling, if your looks could kill, this ballroom would suffer a massacre,'' he mutters, the corners of his lips lifting. You smirk.  ''Ah, but where's the fun in doing it that way.''All Rights Reserved

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❝May I have this dance, darling?❞ A soft chuckle escaped from his lips as he asked for my hand. He was close, way too close. I scoffed as his intense gaze carefully studied the frustration and disbelief that fell on my face. ❝We're really going to do this? Pretend we are that perfect happy couple who have jumped out of a fairy tale to attend this gala? Are you really that delusional Verratti?❞ I asked, my eyes twinkling in amusement, yet fully aware my words were as sharp as a knife. He deserved this and more, for all the shit he is putting me through. His smirk dropped as he stared down at me for one full minute, his gaze intense, like he was holding himself back from saying something. He then took a step forward, like he was trying to figure something out. I was almost convinced my words finally started to have an impact on him, until his face relaxed into a lazy grin as he proceeded to lick his bottom lip. ❝But darling, you seem to have quite the reputation for being the perfect doll in everyone's eyes. It shouldn't be that hard for an elite, versatile actress such as yourself to play the role as that one special gift sent from your family, just for me.❞ His green eyes were dark with amusement as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my earlobe. I tensed; he took it far. Too fucking far. ❝Fuck you Nikolai.❞ I seethed; my tone laced with venom meant just for him. His grin slowly turned into a sinister smirk, relentlessly taunting me as he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer towards him. One of his hands wrapped around my waist, the other entwined itself with my remaining hand. He slowly regained his posture and composure, and whispered softly into my ear, ❝Fuck you too Carla.❞

[For That is What a Princess Should Do] by BLA_ANK

All she wanted was to be loved by her father. Why couldn't he just accept her for her. She lived being accused of the death of her mother. Blamed, criticized, and judged was the norm for princess Elise. The princess of the empire was neglected by her own father. Will she be able to find happiness at the end or will she never escape the darkness? All the characters used in this story do belong to me :) Inspired by - Who Made Me Princess

I cupped her face. "Smile." When she realized that I was dead serious, she tried her best to form a smile. "You have an alluring smile." I ran my thumb along her lower lip. "But do you know what's more beautiful than that?" "Your tears." . . . / what if falling in love with the abuser was never an option / . . . trigger warning: SA ( and no description, normalization, justification or glorification of it )

"I could kill you," he grins holding the gun to my temple. "I wouldn't be scared," I reminded him. He trails the gun under my chin lifting it, allowing me to look him in the eyes. "No one would know you were murdered by me," he continues making me smile. "I think I might have a gun kink;" I tell him while holding eye contact. "Fuck," he mutters as he smashes his lip onto mine, •••• The crimson colour pools beneath me as I let him twist the dagger that had been living in my heart since the day we had met. Sometimes we settle for the love we think we deserve only because are parents didn't portray it better therefore we think the bare minimum is over the top. ••••

"You wish, Ea. I surmount you in all things," I wink, then whisper. "Bottom." Ea chuckles dryly. "We'll see, Viviendel, what you call me later." -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* In a world where immortal feuds hold more power than a ruling monarch, a Queen dies without an heir to take her throne. Only, she secretly has one, a Half-Bwardipuginin girl who is also her daughter. Viviendel is almost as hot-headed and clumsy as her mother, but much less elegant while doing both aspects. With Queens trying to destroy Vivinedel, and three men who hate her and charm her at first, but eventually fall into her charm, this book will exhilarate you, and teleport you into another dimension.

COMPLETED✔️ What follows is a violent clash of worlds, where elegance is destroyed by brutality and innocence is trapped by a darkness far deeper and more dangerous than anything she imagined. Her dream of becoming the greatest ballerina, praised by her parents and supported by a loving friend was once the perfect vision of her life. But fate with its cold indifference doesn't follow the paths we choose. Instead it controls our lives. In one sudden turn her world is flipped upside down and she meets a man who is nothing like the one she dreamed of. He is ruthless, consumed by his own ego, a mystery to all who encounter him. His abilities are beyond comparison, his morals fractured and ambiguous, and his true intentions buried beneath a veil of darkness. Where once she believed her life was guided by passion and elegance, she now finds herself thrust into a world governed by dominance and brutality, where survival no longer hinges on talent or grace but on submission to a far more unforgiving force.

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫. "This is bad," he whispers against her. "I know." "We shouldn't." His forehead rests against hers. Resolve fading fast. "Can't we enjoy it while it lasts?" Her lips trailing across his jaw has his eyelids fluttering. Returning to his like a magnet, he roughly pulls her chest against his, eliciting a sweet moan from her throat. He wants more. Craves it. ╔══════ 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬𝙨 𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙔𝙤𝙧𝙠'𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. ══════╝ ✓ completed [ 02.09.23 ] [ dark themes, strong language, violence ]

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❝May I have this dance, darling?❞ A soft chuckle escaped from his lips as he asked for my hand. He was close, way too close. I scoffed as his intense gaze carefully studied the frustration and disbelief that fell on my face. ❝We're really going to do this? Pretend we are that perfect happy couple who have jumped out of a fairy tale to attend this gala? Are you really that delusional Verratti?❞ I asked, my eyes twinkling in amusement, yet fully aware my words were as sharp as a knife. He deserved this and more, for all the shit he is putting me through. His smirk dropped as he stared down at me for one full minute, his gaze intense, like he was holding himself back from saying something. He then took a step forward, like he was trying to figure something out. I was almost convinced my words finally started to have an impact on him, until his face relaxed into a lazy grin as he proceeded to lick his bottom lip. ❝But darling, you seem to have quite the reputation for being the perfect doll in everyone's eyes. It shouldn't be that hard for an elite, versatile actress such as yourself to play the role as that one special gift sent from your family, just for me.❞ His green eyes were dark with amusement as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my earlobe. I tensed; he took it far. Too fucking far. ❝Fuck you Nikolai.❞ I seethed; my tone laced with venom meant just for him. His grin slowly turned into a sinister smirk, relentlessly taunting me as he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer towards him. One of his hands wrapped around my waist, the other entwined itself with my remaining hand. He slowly regained his posture and composure, and whispered softly into my ear, ❝Fuck you too Carla.❞

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