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Some Secrets Aren't Meant To Be Discovered

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Reads 112
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Parts 3
Time 48m

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The only thing I heeded was me panting to catch my diverted breaths. As nightfall began to make its arrival I feared that she was here with me, watching me with her vain mahogany brown eyes. I felt that she could be plotting any and everything she could do to me to make my life a living hell. But she's the only answer I have to my unsolved curiosities that only stretched so far.

A foul smell lingered in the air, making me want to spew. Water began to slowly fill the space that I had around me deliberately. As my gown began to sink in the water I had no choice but to take it off. It was too laden for me to carry it on my body, along with all the material that it was made of. The water started rising higher and higher to the point where I began to float. It was now at my waist, leading up to my chest. I looked around for her, I know she's definitely here with me, otherwise, this wouldn't be happening.


"I know your here!" I shouted a bit sickeningly. My voice lagged desperately. The water was growing nearer up to my neck. I needed her to answer me.

Suddenly, a glowing figure of a woman levitating was in my presence. This time, she didn't look so poor and neglected of her looks. She was gorgeous. Her existence dwelled upon the 18th or 19th century. 

An exquisite yellow ball gown, aligned with pink trim, fitted every curve of her pale body. She wore a powdered wig and pearly white opera gloves. A sly look stood atop her angelic but remorseful face. She held up her petite, delicate looking hand. I could feel my soul escaping the captivity of my body that's been held in for 16 years until now. 

"You took what was mine, and I shall take what is yours."

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The experiment. by shrosz

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

The Styles Mansion [h.s] by Lark_Den

[START : 21 JULY, 2020] [COMPLETE : 19 AUGUST, 2023] #1 in murder #1 in Possessive He kissed me back with urgency, at last pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, ridding his cock as hard as he could. Next he attached his mouth with my breasts, sucking them like his favourite candy while sinking his teeth on my flesh with possession. "I am obsessed with you." He groaned, kissing my neck as suddenly tears commenced to gather in my eyes. I didn't want to hear that from him, all I want to know is, he loves me. But that never came from his mouth. All he said is I mean a lot to him and he is obsessed. I sniffed closing my eyes tightly as my lower stomach tightened into a sharp knot. Venessa Erza is a beautiful and established woman who was leading a simple and plain lifestyle which a normal girl would wanted to have. She is satisfied with her job and being an editor in a publishing company is a perfect job for her. But the table of her life turned when her father out of blue arranged her matrimony with the heir of Styles's family. Who was alluring with his god gifted enchanted beauty and mesmerising green eyes. If his parents named him after Eros, then they wouldn't have been wrong. He was like a magnate around women, any woman could fall in love with his only single glance as if his eyes could do a hypnotic magic spell on them. Like those women, Venessa was also enthralled by her soon to be husband. But she didn't know, she was in darkness of lies before her lifetime bond with this Styles son. She didn't know that her husband wasn't normal like the other men as she was tied up with his life and became Mrs Styles of The Styles Mansion.

Bloodlust (Lesbian Story) by DunkelEngel

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Something Borrowed by FearlessAl17

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Unintentional Passion by PlayNmyCurlz

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A Deadly Love- Book Two by chloblla

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Playing His Games by loukeet

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The experiment.

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.