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Playing with Death

Playing with Death

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Fantasia
Dark Fantasy
Contos de Fadas e Mitologia
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Thea, an archeologist intern from a British museum in London, but also a fish out of water amongst the gilded elite at an opulent Egyptian-themed party, only agreed to attend to appease her social butterfly best friend. The whispered ancient secrets across the walls of the mansion is a dream come true for her but masked between Nefertitis and Ramseses, she seeks refuge in a quieter wing of the estate, only to stumble upon a hidden sanctuary overflowing with ancient artifacts, a dimly lit spacious space filled with ancient relics and silent statues that seem to watch her every move. Not meaning to, she overhears a chilling plot of revenge orchestrated by the masked figure. The speaker, masked as the imposing god Anubis, is clearly the mastermind. Catching her eavesdropping behind one of the statues, the only thought is that she will get killed but he proposes an unusual bargain - a kiss, to ensure her silence, to bind her to his secret. But as he pulls her closer, his touch sending shivers down her spine despite the danger, Thea senses this is more than just about keeping her quiet. She knows that a kiss in a situation like this is never just a kiss. Anubis, clearly doesn't mind that she's an outsider because there's no way he will let her go, knowing his secrets. Only way to do that is to keep her close, in any way possible. That means, stalk her to the very detail.
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• MATURE STORY • Sydney couldn't help but give her best friend curious eyes after that encounter, watching the stunning man walk away from the corner of her eyes. She saw how he stopped to stare at her best friend. "Care to explain?" she asked, a small smile beginning to erupt. "We're just friends, barely friends even." Grace told Sydney. "But 'just friends' don't look at each other like that, Grace." ♡♡♡♡♡ Grace Sinclair is a sweet, gentle, florist. She owns her own little flower boutique named 'Daisy-Chains'. Ares is the War of God, he's the James Dean of Olympus, angry eyes and deliciously sinful. Zeus, his father, has had enough, demanding for Ares to start acting like the God that he is, Zeus demands marriage, preferably with Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. Ares decides to pull a classic move on the day of his wedding, 'the run away Groom'. He soon finds himself down on earth in a small little flower store where he meets the temptress he had no idea he'd been waiting for. Grace knows Ares is devastatingly handsome, charming and confident. He is also a conceited, hedonistic playboy, who knows no boundaries. Grace desperately does not want to be attracted to him, but she can't control the overwhelming effect he has on her. Every instinct is telling her to run, to protect herself, so she does, but Ares is not so willing to let her go. He wants her and is determined to have her. She knows she's heading for heartbreak, but how can she run when he won't let her? ♡♡♡♡♡ "I'm going to ruin you. I"ll be your first, and I'll fuck you so thoroughly that I'll be your last, too. You won't want any other man after I've gotten my hands on you. Every last inch of you. You're mine." "I hate you!" she screamed, her eyes lighten with a fierce rage, tears streaming down her face, her fists throwing themselves at his chest repeatedly. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." she cried. "S'agapo." he whispered, gently wiping her tears away.

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