The Voice of Death

The Voice of Death

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Her chestnut hair was wavy. Her lips were pink like the color of a rose. It turned to a smile where everyone could fall in love. Her skin glowed naturally and fair and smooth. Her cheeks turned red or pink whenever she was shy or angry or happy. Her eyes were blue-green, the windows to her soul. She moved and danced gracefully like no other people could. She's so full of life yet she's the voice of death. Farina was far of being normal. She had been keeping secrets of her own that no one could ever know except for her family. Past was haunting her. Present was keeping up to get a hold of her. Future was in her hands. What would she do if someone told her that her father, who's dead for three years, was still alive? What would she do if someone told her the real story behind the things she did but she never really meant to do? What if she needed to go away from the home she was used to for her safety, what would she do? Farina was torn between choices but she knew she had no choice but to follow the ways and leads of the prodigal son, Xavier Calvin Thompson - or that's what they branded him. She would be stuck in a situation that she never imagined that would ever happen in her life.
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Octavius

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

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