VelvetWithVenom
This story is about two people who are different not only in their professions, but also in the choices they make. In the actions they take.
A contract that helps Aira save her mother's life becomes the very thing that binds her to the worst nightmare she thought she'd escaped from.
After all, you can't escape the devil's den once you're caught.
They say every devil offers a choice.
He did too - either submit willingly or he'll make you submit his way.
And trust me, you'll regret choosing the second option.
These two souls can either create a love story or... write one another's death story. Depends.
Dive into "His Possession Her Hell" to discover which fate awaits them.
Glimpse of story -→
Aira barely had a moment to breathe before she felt him - Karan.
He had entered silently, the door clicking shut behind him. She froze when she felt his presence behind her - too close, too intense.
His breath brushed against her ear, his voice soft. "Do you like your new home, little fighter?"
A shiver ran down her spine. She turned to look at him, heart hammering against her ribs.
She hesitated. "There's no... lock on the door?"
He gave a dark smile. "Why would I lock something I own?"
Her heart skipped. She hated how easily he could rattle her.
He was watching her-his eyes dark, unreadable, as if daring her to run, knowing she couldn't.
Her eyes filled with rage, "You don't own me," she whispered.