Life is a Carnival

Life is a Carnival

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Alice lived in the city of Luminara, there was always bustling crowds and city lights so bright which made the city get its name. Life there was like a Carnival streets where glowing with lights and massive rides. The people of Luminara where born with glowing radiant hair as there surroundings. But one day the public was quarantined from Luminara kept away with walls so high that no one could see the top. No one knows why this mystery happened but along with that trials of illusions where held throughout the city they collected ten people who where drawn randomly. This is when Alice meets Jack, a charming man she has never seen before. Will she be able to complete the trials, or will the illusions get to her first?
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His hand slid beneath my dress, fingers curling around my thighs with a possessive grip. "I always knew that scumbag couldn't treat you right," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as his lips traced a slow path from my jaw to my neck. "Still can't figure out what you ever saw in him." I drew in a shaky breath as his hands moved higher, fingertips brushing the band of my panties, sending a jolt of heat through me. "Women like you are prizes, Sienna," he whispered against my lips, the words melting into my skin. My grip on his shirt tightened, knuckles white. "And prizes? They're meant to be fucking claimed. Owned." In the haze of intoxication, Alexander Grayson looked like the most beautiful thing on Earth-or perhaps he really was. "Can... can you make me forget about Ryatt?" I breathed, my voice trembling. A smirk tugged at his lips, dark and predatory, as his hand slid inside my panties, finding the heat of my wet, aching pussy. A soft moan escaped me, and I clung to him, every nerve alight."I'll make you forget about yourself, flower," with that he crushed his lips to mine. *** From the moment I met Alexander Grayson, I despised him with everything I had. But when with fate's cruel sense of humor he forced his way into my life, everything changed. He was everything I loathed-a womanizer, a violent monster, a spoiled heir with an ego larger than life itself. He should have meant nothing to me. Yet, I learned the truth the hard way: nothing about Alexander Grayson was ever simple. Alex dragged me into the hell he'd created, where he sat as the devil on the throne of darkness And the most terrifying part? I wasn't sure I wanted to escape. Because somewhere in the chaos, I realized I didn't just want to survive him-I wanted to burn with him. After all, being hated by Alexander Grayson was terrifying. But being wanted by him? That was lethal.

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