Aug_ust15

[MATURE CONTENT] R18 Her beautifully lean fingers rested on the black keys. The tune, he remembered instantly. 'The Devil doesn't bargain He'll only break your heart again It isn't worth it, Darling He's never gonna change He'll never be Prince Charming He'll only do you harm again I don't mean to meddle But the Devil doesn't settle' ----- As the young daughter of business tycoons and a damned good business woman herself, a lot of men would have loved to have her, but there were two obstructions. First, she was the youngest multi-billionaire, self-made, a lot of them would feel intimidated just by looking at her, but the most intimidating of all was the second reason, her icy demeanor was just a hurdle no one has managed to cross over. Yet. Until a fellow business tycoon and the son of her parent's bosom friend came along with his charm and elegance and maturity. He was behind her in every little adventure. And see made sure he stayed that way. But when parents and business pulls them closer, she exhibited a whirlwind of emotions, at first negative, but as they kept on being drawn closer to each other, she showcased over-flowing passionate emotions he never knew and was even surprised she possessed. But as time went on, she realized that her emotions have come back to haunt her. He found out, but how would he solve it? Can he cross over that hurdle too? Has it come back to haunt her? Or has she come to haunt it? ----- Song name, The Devil Doesn't Bargain By Alec Benjamin

[MATURE CONTENT] R18 She leaned close, offering him a lop-sided smile as she slipped a hand under his shirt to feel those taut muscles ripping in anticipation. His eyes bored into hers squarely, But, she could see his throat, bob up and down clearly. It made her smile, as dark swirls of smoke that seeped continuously out of her body, enveloped them. "It is just a question," she smiled, "do you want me, or not?" she said, sounding like the deal was nothing big. Pierre continued to stare at her. What was he supposed to say? His body wanted her, His own self needed her. But, how could he? When the Devil was inside him. The person who was supposedly her Father. His voice came out choked when he said, "Cleopatra, why can't you just go straight to the point without protocols?" Her head tilted to the side as she leaned all the more closer. So close, her breath was on his lips, and he could taste what those luscious lips were like if he moved forward, Only a little. But, the person inside of him was highly protesting, growling harshly inside his skin as he felt the resolve of his host weakening. The Devil committed countless of absurd sins, Yet, how could he defile a Daughter he had never had the chance to get close to? "I don't remember adding any protocol to having sex, Pierre," her languid whisper pulled him back from his thoughts, her rough-soft voice soothing, "you know a Lady does nothing without permission-" Pierre blinked through his daze. She had been anything but a Lady ever since he met her! Doing everything without permission! "-but since your answer is obviously a 'no'," she turned away, "you know where to..." "Cleopatra!" He groaned, pulling her down harshly on him, just as she wanted to leave. Even the Devil was getting dazed. This Daughter of his was being a Dare-'Devil', toying with fire. But, who could he blame? Like Father, Like Daughter. ----- Will the Devil really commit this inauspicious sin with a Daughter, who didn't even know he existed in her personal life? Join this wonderful journey to find out the mysteries lurking behind the guise. Read on to find out what happens. Love lots

[R18] The World was a mystery Everything didn't happen like it did in novels This, for Talia Crest, was real life There was certainly a huge responsibility that came with being the outcast of all Princesses, being the least favourite, being the least powerful... and one of those responsibilities was shouldering all the unfavourable burden. Talia Crest, the 9th Princess of the Kreal Empire, had to be given away as the scapegoat to the Lord of the Sarabians, whose ruthlessness was said to have no bounds. And Talia wasn't ready to be subjected to the hard life she had had in her own Father's land, in someone else's, thus she jumped in the Royal pond a day after the 1st Princess' wedding, throwing all caution to the wind. Faith, however, had different plans for her. She found herself sent back to the time in court when her marriage had just been announced. But things didn't happen like they did in novels, Talia couldn't hold her reins. Everything was suddenly different, changed and thwarted in ways that just did not happen the first time. What was she going to do now? Was this fate's punishment for her for going against its laws? It was like the World was punishing her for committing suicide for that same reason, but could the ball still get in her Court? ----- "Princess," his voice rumbled out of his chest, velvety and rough and sending a violent tingle down Talia's spine, "what is it you desire, standing by the pond?" "I..." Talia swallowed, blinking at herself, not because the Man in front of her was strikingly beautiful - she couldn't deny he was, though - but because she could feel her legs shiver underneath her from his intense stare. She ran a tongue quickly along her dry lips, yet the unfriendly evening weather was making it go all chapped and dry at once. Though she couldn't make out his glistening eyes in the darkness, she felt his savage eyes on her lips and couldn't help wondering why his eyes seemed to be everywhere, on everything, all at once. "The cat got your tongue? Well, have you fallen so head over heels with me, that you can't bear to see me marry the 2nd Princess and decide to jump instead?" "What?" It took a whole while before she blinked again at his narcissism. "You can't accuse me of such! I have never..." "Hush, no need to fret it... The feeling happens to be mutual..."