Melanophile

*** Note to the Reader: * TW (Trigger Warning)// or CW (Content Warning)//: Blood/ Murder/ Gore/ Nudity/ Horror/ Sexual Violence. * Scenes graphics are mentioned. If you are not into such stuff and feel uncomfortable, please just do not read it, I highly request you to please don't read any further. * *** "Did you seriously come here just to check if I'm sleeping with some aristocrat in the middle of my showcase? Unbelievable!" I shook my head at my mother's thoughts about me. Alec stepped in. "With all due respect, Miranda, Evelyn's work is incredible, and she has every right to pursue her dreams. This showcase is a testament to her talent and dedication." Miranda's eyes flashed with anger, but smirk never left her lips as she turned her attention to Alec. "Oh, Alec, how noble of you to defend her. But tell me, how many times have you knocked her up? Maybe less than Kai, and that's why he really got tired and left her."  Miranda's eyes narrowed at me, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "How is it, Evelyn, being shared between two men? Maybe you should be in an inappropriate place rather than showcasing your work."

(Dark Romance / Violence / Mystery / Horror / 18+) \\\\\\\ Slow Burn Romance /////// WHISPERING SHADOWS & DARK PROPHECY The Past Appears to be Resurfacing. (The Shadow & The Seeker) "Oxyvi," it called out, sending a shiver down her spine. She turned, searching for the source, but found only shadows. From the depths of the darkness, a figure emerged. Tall and imposing, he moved with a predator's grace. His face was hidden from view, obscured by the night itself, yet his presence was unmistakable. It was the enigma, the one whose name was etched in the stars and whispered by the winds. "The time is near when the veil between worlds will thin, and I will claim what is mine." Oxyvi's breath caught in her throat. She couldn't see his face, but she knew it was him. The air around her grew colder, the sky darker, as if the world itself was holding its breath. "Why me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "You know why," he replied, his tone laced with a darkness that echoed the void in his soul. "I will come for you, and you will be mine." No Rest for The Wicked (The Shadow & The Seeker)