csm chapter 85

When Ukraine Song is assigned a nerve-racking mission to investigate an immortal woman, he thinks his life is over. He luckily lands a job as the woman's personal assistant and his bitter-sweet days commence. Little by little, he starts learning more about the supernatural woman, and finding out that she's nothing like everyone said. He's then faced with a choice of either proceeding with the mission which ends brutally for the woman or forsake his family and the mission and protect the woman from the world of the cruel. •••••• Kro has been alive for over 5 centuries. She's a cursed immortal who never bleeds. Her past is comprised of painful betrayal from the people she trusted the most, and her fate turns cruel. After witnessing deaths of everyone she cared about, her only wish is for her to die. But as the witch declared her fate, she's to be stabbed to death by the man who hurt her the most in the past. Now Kro awaits his reincarnation. But will she recognize him when he comes back into her life again? ..... Point to note: This novel comprises of two parts, the present story and a past story to tell more about the mysterious woman’s origin. (Don’t be confused) •••••• *Instagram @ _nzungu *Story by Teemzie (Original work) Thanks!!

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An extract from the forbidden fantasy that test's an adolescent's morality, sexuality and strength: Peter watched my reaction. Eyeing every contortion and breath I made. I shyly looked down at his intimidating gaze, tangling my fingers in my tousled hair. Parts of me want to explore and be fine with this. With what he does. The way he treats me. Parts of me feign for how far I'm willing with his predatory side. Submit to his will. Parts of me willing to be his prey. But there's limits to me. There's limits to all of us mortals. And although he is capable of grief, I'm uncertain he's capable of sentiment. He's limitless. There isn't a number on how much Peter can stretch out your bones. Or shovel you so deep into the ground that you feel as though you belong with the dirt. He can tug your veins until they're wrapped around the Earth a thousand times. Still, no limit. He can show me greatest horrors in the mere palm of his weirdly uncalloused hand. I've seen him manipulate, abuse and bring terror first hand. I think off all the times he placed himself on me and it was more than 'I want to hurt you.', but it wasn't 'I want to please you.' either. It was, "I want you to satisfy me in the strangest ways." I don't satisfy his romantic desires, because, clearly, he obtains none. I might've satisfied his...dare I say...sexual desires when we kissed. I let him touch me all he wants. I know I shouldn't, but he is intoxicating. A shot of liquid gold. I loose control, I've always been in control. Although he is a monster, there is still a human amongst the remnants of what's left of Peter Pan.

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