Orchid kembali ke Britania setelah 5 tahun lamanya ia pergi bersama bibi nya ke Perancis. kaka dan adiknya sudah berpencar mengenyam takdir mereka masing masing setelah Viscount Davi Louis bangkrut 3 tahun lalu dan kematian istrinya lah yang menjadi akhir dari kejayaannya sebagai bangsawan saat itu. 

Orchid tidak menyangka bahwa ia melewatkan pesakitan keluarganya, tapi dulu merekalah yang memohon pada orchid agar ia saja yang pergi saat itu dan dengan percaya dirinya kaka nya berucap bahwa orchid lah yang harus pergi karena masa depannya suram dan merupakan aib keluarga. 

Itulah patah hati pertama yang orchid alami oleh keluarganya sendiri.

Orchid kembali ke Britania setelah 5 tahun lamanya ia pergi bersama bibi nya ke Perancis. kaka dan adiknya sudah berpencar mengenyam takdir mereka masing masing setelah Viscount Davi Louis bangkrut 3 tahun lalu dan kematian istrinya lah yang menjadi akhir dari kejayaannya sebagai bangsawan saat itu. 

Orchid tidak menyangka bahwa ia melewatkan pesakitan keluarganya, tapi dulu merekalah yang memohon pada orchid agar ia saja yang pergi saat itu dan dengan percaya dirinya kaka nya berucap bahwa orchid lah yang harus pergi karena masa depannya suram dan merupakan aib keluarga. 

Itulah patah hati pertama yang orchid alami oleh keluarganya sendiri.

Lizzie has the feeling of being watched sometimes but in her case the stalker died in her house! The ghost names Oliver taunts her relentlessly and is out for her hand in unholy matrimony! Will she become his boo? Or send him back to the veil?

Wren Archelatta lives a (mostly) normal life... confined to the top floor apartment of the building, with only her grandmother and her father for company.

She lives like this because of the global pandemic that has wiped entire nations off the face of the earth. The disease that took her mother's life.

On Wren's sixteenth birthday, her "normal" to life is shattered when her father and grandmother are kidnapped and their apartment ransacked. With the help of her cute new neighbour Lukas, can Wren finally leave the behind her apartment, find her family and solve the mysteries of her past? Can she find the courage to explore the world outside her bedroom window?

"you were a pig this whole time? How could you betray me for so long!!!?" Caleb  would yell at Rose.. aka Detective Renee Love as he began to smash things against the floor, glass shattering upon the floor as the mirror within the bedroom is broken. Caleb grabs Rose/Renee by the hair making her come closer to him as he yelled in her face holding her hair tightly and pushing her against the wall pinning her there as he stared at her as a piece of meat filled with rage. "wanna be a pig? Then let me show you how pigs get treated around here"

Read on to find out what happens to the Detective

"you were a pig this whole time? How could you betray me for so long!!!?" Caleb  would yell at Rose.. aka Detective Renee Love as he began to smash things against the floor, glass shattering upon the floor as the mirror within the bedroom is broken. Caleb grabs Rose/Renee by the hair making her come closer to him as he yelled in her face holding her hair tightly and pushing her against the wall pinning her there as he stared at her as a piece of meat filled with rage. "wanna be a pig? Then let me show you how pigs get treated around here"

Read on to find out what happens to the Detective

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Maximus Palace, Kingdom of Sapphire
The sky was blue; it was exuding good energy in the kingdom. It was a luminous Sunday morning. The trees were dancing; the birds were chirping. Inside the Maximus Palace, the maids were cleaning and readying for the royal banquet. On the other hand, the lady of the Stepanov family had not woken up yet. The maids were waiting patiently outside her room. It was already 10:00. The young lady was supposed to wake up at 8:00. The butler hurriedly headed to the room of the lady. He first knocked on the door and then, entered the bedroom placidly. The bedroom had vast windows with long, majestic, magenta curtains attached to it, where the equestrian property was visible; it had high ceilings for it to be adequately ventilated. The room was decorated according to
the young lady's preferences. It was all in purple shades. The bedroom was quite huge for a commoner young lady; the lady belonged to one of the wealthiest royal families in the world-Stepanov family. The Stepanov family had been ruling the Kingdom of Sapphire for centuries. Their surname literally meant 'crown'. The young lady sleeping peacefully on the bed, was the daughter of the Marquess; the granddaughter of the King.  The young lady was Evelina Stepanov. Any man would like her at first sight and love her at second sight. She was the apple of the eye of the Stepanova family. In the bedroom, She wore an off-white nightgown, that accentuated her hourglass figure. Her long slender legs were tucked to her busty, luscious, and beautifully shaped breast; her long, jet-black hair, was spread all over the bedsheets. It was more likely a goddess halo of womanly beauty; her eyes were framed by long, ebony lashes, without the use of cosmetics and enhancements. Every time she closed her eyes, it would seem that her lashes caressed her cheeks. The duvet was lying on the floor. The old butler gazed in fascination at the beautiful young lady sleeping peacefully on the bed. He studied the young lady as soon as he finished opening the curtains, making her exposed from the sun's brightness. 'She still hasn't changed. I am wishing luck to her future husband.' This was the only wish of the old butler for the young lady. 
"Young miss, please wake up! Your parents will reprimand you again, " the old butler said loudly but still held a reverence in his voice. The old butler had been repeating it for the tenth time. The old butler had been serving their family for more than forty years. He was James Napoleon. His hair was gunmetal grey and neatly groomed. His face could appear in world-weariness at times but usually, he was vigorous and alert. Suddenly, he came up with an idea. "Miss, if you don't wake up, you'll become a barren for the rest of your life, " the old butler said in a serious tone. 
"You think I fall for that? Surely you jest, old James, " Evelina replied with a yawn. She was still feeling slumberous. She stretched and sat up, reaching for the duvet lying on the floor. However, James knew long ago that she would attempt to reach the duvet. He was fast enough to pick it up. 

Then he scolded, "Young miss, I've been telling you a  million times that you shouldn't wake up late! You're supposed to be dressed at 7:00, and look at the time! It's already 10:30," 
"You know what? I don't care at all! I'm so tired of the practice yesterday. I am joining the Olympics, old James!! She replied with a complaint. 'I couldn't get it right! The triple axel jump is the most difficult part for me.' She was a figure skating athlete. She had always dreamed of wearing a gold medal. She never once achieved the gold medal because she couldn't win against her opponents.  Her opponents in the competition were practicing the whole day; she only practiced for about 3 hours a day. She needed to attend numerous balls and gatherings in order to show respect and gratitude on behalf of the Stepanov family. Hence, she could only bag a bronze medal or silver medal. Figure Skating was one of her passion. She was actually having a hard time sleeping; she was preoccupied with what happened last week. 

A week ago...
As she was strolling in town, there was a small stall situated in a secluded area that was surrounded by people. She was curious so, she decided to join the bandwagon. She followed the crowd; they were lining up. The small stall could only accommodate one person. Finally, after the long wait, it was already her turn. She was taken aback as she went inside the stall. It had one huge golden chandelier that was waiting in the lobby. The walls were painted black; there were nine huge hollow mirrors attached to it. The mirrors were embellished with old gold color. The interior of the stall looked like a home of a sorcerer. In spite of the interior, the place had a cozy and comfortable ambiance. There was no one inside the stall. The facade seemed small; it was actually larger than what she had expected. Her legs were tired from the long wait in line.  Fortunately, she saw a black retro-style sleek couch and decided to sit down.
"Hello? Anybody there?" She asked as she was frustrated after all the long wait in the line. She then added, "Hello, I'm a customer. I'm actually new to this place! Could you please tell me what services do you offer?" 
The room was in deep silence. There were no indications of people. No one answered. 'What on earth is this place? I waited for an hour just for this?' She stood up from the sofa and walked towards the opened door. Unexpectedly, the door was shut, making a loud bang.  Evelina could feel the wind arising the atmosphere of the room. She had goosebumps all over her body. Her skin paled instantly, she didn't know what to do of the sudden climax. She was petrified. She tried turning the doorknob several times; she couldn't get out. She then approached the windows; the windows were locked and it needed a key for it to be opened. She was hopeless. Evelina sighed deeply, "Am I dreaming?" she mumbled. 'I am such an imbecile. How did I end up getting here?'

Born with beds of roses, she was blessed with everything. Evelina is indeed a fortunate person to belong to one of the prestigious families of the Kingdom of Sapphire. Unfortunately, a sudden accident happened! She was drawn to the mysterious stall. She saw an enchanted mirror, telling her real identity and purpose of living. She was told by the enchanted mirror that she is the savior, that will unite the world. What could happen in the future? 
Join Evelina as she goes on a beautiful adventure.

The black Buick that Rhio drove was improperly left at the garage entrance. Its bumpers had been dented hugely and the headlights broken. One of the wheels had deflated and the mirrors were scratched badly at the left side.  
Sya stood patiently by the mansion's main door as she waited for us to arrive.  
"Where's Rhio?" Elthon grunted.  
"Locked in his room. I was worried when he came back here very angry," Sya handed me the sling of household keys but I knew very well which one opens Rhio's room. "I wouldn't interfere but I think you needed to talk to him." 
Above the stairs, a faint smashing of glasses could be heard. 
Rhio's men were lined in a barricade against his door. Even Sya or any of the housemaids couldn't enter the room. But it was a useless thought if he believed his men would obey him more than us.  
The lights inside were turned off but the smell of liquor reeked. And when the place was lit, all that used to be his bedroom was messily in shambles. Bottles lay shattered on the floor and the tall wall mirrors were broken. 
A trail of blood in the carpet led to his wounded fingers. The handsomely calm but mad face he sported earlier was a few more shades darker now.  
Elthon dismissed everyone and locked the door.  
"Coward…" I blurted as I approached and pressed a finger against Rhio's chest. "At least man up and be honest with your feelings." 
He remained silent for a moment. 
"Feelings? How could you even know what I feel?" he was indifferently staring at the star-filled sky outside the opened balcony. "She's pathetically happy now…"  
"She's getting married!" He shoved off my hand weakly, "Whatever I feel for her is useless now." 
Good Lord, he finally admitted!   

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What if one day you met the most famous Woman Hater? 

Lock with him one night. And turns to be your husband till the rest of your life... 

Will you hate him?

Peter ran to the garage door the second he heard the door going up. His tiny feet stumbling with the clumsy gait of a five-year-old. He threw open the garage door and found both his parents deeply absorbed by their blue screens. He slowly approached them looking up at their foreboding frames. Their combined shadow blocked his little eyes from the overhead light.
"Mom? Dad? Could you play with me?"
His mother peered down at him over her phone. She sniffed in distaste at the sight of her son's dirty hands.
"Oh, Peter you little fool, you're not worth my time. Just look at yourself. You're not a CEO or a President. Mommy has important people to "play" with, darling. So run along and make something of yourself. Maybe then we can play." Peters father turned to her,
"Couldn't have said it better, my dear". He leaned over and gave mother a quick kiss on the cheek. Just as quickly as they shared a glance they both returned to their screens.
Peter's eyes filled with tears as he slowly turned and walked away. He paused before leaving the garage at a dusty old mirror leaning against the wall. Peter took a hard look at himself in the mirror scrutinizing every inch of his appearance. At the sight of the dirt on his hands, he quickly rubbed them off on his pants. He then moved closer to the mirror.
He blinked and suddenly he could no longer see himself in the mirror. He frantically waved his arms in an attempt to find his reflection. He starts to gasp faster and faster as he starts to hyperventilate with panic. Surely, he could not disappear simply because he was not important, could he?
Suddenly, it all became too much for little Peter. He grabbed his head and screamed. His parents groaned and left closing the door behind them. It locked in their wake with a soft click.
..............................…..
Peter lay shivering in his sleep on the garage floor, his back turned away from the old mirror. 
"Peter." Peter shifts in his sleep. He whimpers when he heard the whisper.
"Peeeter." His eyes blink open. He sat up and turned toward the door, and the mirror.
"Mommy?"
"Peter."
"Daddy?"
"Peter!"
"Who's there?"
"Look in the mirror Peter." Peter stumbled to the mirror. He gasped at the sight of his reflection. Upon a closer examination of the mirror, he gave out another whimper. His reflection was exactly like him except for the eyes. They were yellow around the pupil but shifted to a blood red.
"Wha-. Who are you?"
"I am you." The reflection spoke with cold mocking precision.
"You're me?"
"Yes."
"But, but I'm me."
"Well, I'm the new and improved you."
"But I don't need improvement. What is improvement?" His reflection let out a long-suffering sigh and rolled its eyes.
"Let me explain in simple terms. I'm. here. to. REPLACE. you." Peter's eyes fill with fear and a hint of lingering confusion.
"I'm going to take your mommy and daddy, kid." Peter's eyes widened even further as his reflection stretched and grew in the mirror. The reflection strangely still looks like him, a future teenaged version of little Peter.
The reflection of the garage shifts away, replaced by a bedroom. His parent's bedroom. He could see their chests rising and falling through their blue blanket.
"Say Goodbye."
The reflection turns towards Peter's sleeping parents, his fingers shifting into the sharp claws. Peter screamed out,
"MOMMY! DADDY! RUN!" At his cry, the reflection turns back towards the little boy. He sneered down at him,
"You're too late, kid. You'll always be too late." With this last remark, he lunged at Peter's parents.
"NO!" Peter lunged at the mirror trying to save his parents. The mirror shattered at the boy's impact. An eerie cackle ringed in little Peter's ears as glass shards exploded around him. He cries out as a glass shard slices a crescent moon shaped scar around the left side of his jaw.
Peter looked down at his hands, his hands shaking as he watched his hands start to bleed. He looked down at the glass dazzling with moonlight from the skylight. Blood soon mixed with the pure white shards. Peter watched in fascinated horror as the glass started to absorb his blood.
"A- A- AAAAAAAH!" In a corner of the old mirror within a largely unshattered portion of the glass, a dark red shadow's gleaming white teeth smiled at little Peter's screams.
..............................…..
"We have Peter's psychiatric evaluation back." The doctor sat down behind her desk and faced the two parents seated in the two plush black armchairs. She laced her hands in front of her on the desk. What she was about to say would be hard and she wanted to give the parents time to get comfortable. She was surprised when the father snapped at her,
"And?" She blinked. His tone was so different than it had been in the emergency room when he and his wife had first brought their son in. Then again the press had been crowding into the room with them…
She mentally shook her head and decided to give them the benefit of the doubt. She calmly responded,
"It seems Peter suffers from a rare phobia called catoptrophobia."
"Do you expect us to know what that means? You're the doctor here, explain." Shrieked Peter's mother. The Doctor slowly blinked once again, both their attitudes had changed severely. She suddenly became very cautious of the high power couple.
"Y-yes ma'am. It means a fear of mirrors, but more precisely reflections. He is having extreme attacks of anxiety because of his irrational fear of his reflection." Both parents glared at the doctor. The mother rolled her eyes and the father sighed, severely irritated,
"And? How do we fix him? We don't want a mentally challenged son. That is not the image we want, the public is only sympathetic for so long!"
The doctor had to mentally hold herself back from screaming at the man. His son had been severely injured and the resulting mental and physical scars would haunt him for the rest of his life. This fear was not something he could just "get rid" of. He would need love, understanding, and therapy. He would need parents who were concerned about him, not their public image.
"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Lake we have found the easiest way to fix phobias is to slowly expose them to the source of their phobias in a controlled environment. This allows them to see that their fear is irrational and eventually overcome it."
"So your saying we can fix him by placing him in a room full of mirrors for a few hours?"
"Well, sort of sir. It would probably take around three months because of his youth."
"Do it. As fast as possible!"
"Right away, sir? I  don't think that is a good idea. He is still injured."
"Did you not hear my husband the first time? Do it. NOW!" 
"Yes, ma'am. Right away. We will expose him for half an hour." The doctor  stood from her desk. As she walked away a shiver of disgust snaked down her back. She could read this couple like a book. They were the type who wanted power and would do anything to achieve and maintain as much of it as possible. Their son Peter was a pawn to them. A way of gaining favor through the ruse of being a perfectly happy family. 
They were people easy to despise.
..............................…..

The doctor quickly found her way to Peter's room. She took a moment at the door to observe the small child. He was kicking his legs nervously against the bed frame while looking down at his bandage hands. Fear emanated from every twitch of his small frame.
 She couldn't help but feel sorry for the small boy. He had so much to deal with at such a young age. 
She cleared her throat and Peter's little head shot up. He looked at her expectantly.
"Come with me Peter."
"Are you taking me back to mommy and daddy?" The doctor could see that the poor kid had yet to see his parents for the monsters they were.
"Not yet Peter. First we're going to help you get rid of your fear of mirrors."
"BUT I'M NOT AFRAID OF MIRRORS!!!" The forceful statement startled the doctor.
"Then what are you afraid of Peter?"
"I'M AFRAID OF THE BAD MAN INSIDE!"
"Bad man?"
"Yes, at first he looks like me. But once the glass broke in the shards I saw the man. He wanted to hurt me."
"Peter, that is an illogical statement that to you appears true because of your phobia."
"No it's not. He hurt me, see?" The doctor looked down at Peter who was holding up his bandage hands.
"Well, Peter we have a way to help you get rid of the bad man."
"Really!?"
"Yes. All you need to do is walk into a room and stay there for a little over half an hour."
"I can do that!" The doctor was surprised to see an ear to ear grin on the little boy's face. She had been almost certain that she would never see the boy smile. He had a lovely smile and she hoped he would be able to smile often in he's coming years. He reminded her of her sweet grandson.
"Ok. Take a deep breath." The Doctor watched as Peter took a deep breath. She unlocked the door to their left and motioned for him to enter.
"Now walk in here and I will be back in one hour."
Peter walked into a dark room. The door softly closed behind him.  His panic only set in once he heard the click of the lock. The lights flash on and Peter finds himself in a room of mirrors. 
"No, no no no!"
An hour later the doctor opened the door.
"Peter did you conquer your fear yet?" She cried out once she saw Peter. He was crumpled on the floor, blood splattered around him. Every mirror shattered to pieces.
A message was splattered in blood on the floor "Leave the boy alone. The time is not yet here."
The doctor looked up and saw a dark shadow in the shape of a man sitting in a window sized piece of unshattered glass. He put a finger to his lips and smiled.
.................…
The memory faded away and Peter opened his eyes.
He has a soccer ball tucked under his arm and earbuds pulsing in his ears. He turned up the music and closed his eyes for a second. He opened his eyes after a moment and saw a girl. He could see she was about his age with blue eyes and short messy brown hair. She was reading a book titled, The Language of Flowers. 
The nickname Flower Girl popped into his head. He watched her as she turned a page. She suddenly glanced up and his heart spluttered in his chest. After a few seconds she looked back down at her book. Hey, she's pretty.
 He shook the thought out of his head; he had to practice his "footwork". His old coach has told him,
"You're a good footballer Peter. You just need to work on your footwork. Practice soccer over the summer before you try out for your new school's football team." Peter sighed and walked around the girl on the park bench and onto the soccer field.
"Time to practice," he muttered to himself.



Voice: Hi. I believe you kidnapped my friend. 

The two villainesses turned around to see Evelyn standing there. The auburn-haired girl could see her friend was unconscious and hovering up and down. The two villains smirked at each other.

Keriana: *sweetly mocks* Aww, look, Erica, Princess Claire's got a bodyguard, isn't that cute?
Erica: Sickening, isn't it, Mistress?
Keriana: Very sickening.
Erica: Perhaps a touch of the Moreno darkness should teach her?
Keriana: *smirked evilly* You know me so well, Scarab.

Keriana pointed both her hand's palm first at Evelyn, causing the young woman to fling through the air and fall on her side. Evelyn winced in pain as she got up slowly, shocking and surprising the two bad girls. 

Evelyn: I got that treatment as a kid, you're not exactly different from them. A pathetic bitch looking to cause trouble because she can't admit she's got problems. 
Keriana: Shut up! 

Keriana blasted Evelyn, causing her to fall close to the unconscious Princess of Lunaris, which made the princess slowly wake up and realise where she was. 

Claire: Ev....? What the hell happened? 
Keriana: Shit! Nice going, "Ev", was it? 
Evelyn: You blasted me in her direction. Kinda your fault. 
Erica: Don't speak to your future Empress like that! 
Claire: No citizen or royal of Umbra would become Emperor or Empress of Hecatia. Just stick to Umbra, it should be enough! 
Keriana: Hmmm..... nope! 

Claire raised her palms and a bright light shone in Keriana and Erica's eyes, blinding them, as Claire grabbed Evelyn and ran outside of the pawn shop. The young women didn't stop running until they arrived at the Brews Cafe back on Spells Parade. The two relaxed and each had a cup of tea, Evelyn's was a simple iced tea, and as Claire was sipping her chamomile tea, Evelyn pulled out the pouch. 

Evelyn: I found this on the floor of my bedroom. A citrine shaped as a star. It's pretty, also real citrine. 
Claire: Oh, thank Hecate! Mummy would be angry if I lost this. As the Princess of Lunaris, it's my duty to protect the Citrine Star. 
Evelyn: Fitting name for it. Is that why they're after you? Those girls from the pawn shop? 
Claire: Keriana Moreno and Erica Scarab. They'll be attending the Erebus Institute of Evil, no doubt. 
Evelyn: I'm just glad you're okay. 
Claire: So am I. Mummy said I should have guards, but I should really have a damn good friend. How'd you find me, anyways? 
Evelyn: I met this man who owns the Caleste Magical Antiquities, and he sold me these palm held mirrors, I asked it a question and it took me to you. 
Claire: Any chance he has more of these mirrors? 
Evelyn: Definitely. 

So Evelyn returned to Caleste Magical Antiquities on Potter Lane, with Claire, and upon entry, Leonard perked his head up to see the auburn girl, this time with a blonde. 

Evelyn: Hello again. 
Leonard: Ah, hello. I see you found your friend. 
Claire: With thanks to you. Now, I believe you have a similar mirror? I'd like to buy every single one you have in stock. 
Leonard: All five of them? 
Claire: Yep. All five of them. They'll be incredibly useful. 
Leonard: And who shall I say is buying the mirrors? 
Claire: Her Royal Highness Claire deLuna, Crown Princess of Lunaris and good witch of solar light. 
Leonard: Of course, your highness. 

Now with five hand held mirrors tucked away in pouches, and in a bag, Claire and Evelyn walked to Portal Station and back to Elysian Harbour, unaware of the recent development to Evelyn's life as she knew it. 



After the tragic and unexpected death of her brother, a young woman named Evelyn has her life changed forever when she experiences events that throw her into an entirely new world filled with adventure, romance and of course… magic! 

When she unexpectedly meets a mysterious woman named Claire, and takes her on a surprising journey that reveals parts of Evelyn’s life she never dreamed of, but had been kept from her. 

Evelyn is introduced to a congregation of peculiar looking people with attire that she had never seen before in her protected world.

"Hayden? You around?" I asked loudly, hoping maybe he was just sleeping or something. But there was no answer, the place was silent, aside from the faint sound pollution coming from the downtown hub.

Should I even be snooping around? I second guessed myself as my conscience weighed over me. I know it wasn't in my place to intrude, but he did hand over his house keys to me, which means he should have been ready for me to browse around, right? Well, it is easier to ask for forgiveness than it is to ask for permission, I thought to myself as I continued to circle around the doors.

I hesitantly opened one of the doors to reveal grant bathroom that was much bigger and fancier than the one I showered in last time. The room was similar to the rest of the floor, where there were windows starting from the walls all the way across the ceiling, in fact, the only walls were on the same side as the door that I came through. I fully emersed myself into this beautiful and brightly lit bathroom, how does Hayden do his business here with literally no privacy? Surely, there were translucent curtains that neatly tucked away to the sides on the glass walls, but if you really wanted to see something, it wasn't that hard.

"He should be glad he lives on the top floor and that there's not many high rises around campus," I scoffed. There's no way I would be comfortable bathing naked fully out in the open like this, but I guess for someone like Hayden, this was no big deal.

The sink was probably the fanciest structure out of all, for it was located at the center of the room stretching vertically. I walked closer to inspect the entire sink, there were three rustic looking sinks in total built within a long table-top structure. It was much like an island you would see in bigger kitchens, but usually, sinks aren't placed in the middle of a bathroom. The three corresponding mirrors to each sink had incorporated strips of lighting around its edges. These same mirrors were supported by a single metal pole from the bottom of the mirrors connecting to the middle of the sink, where the mysterious looking tap is located. Upon further inspection, I realized that the sink was double-sided, both sides of the mirror were fully functioning along with the sink that was carved evenly on the island. In addition, the tap had sprouted water much like a fountain instead of a single stream, I sighed at this lavish detail, why was this even necessary?

I continued to browse the bathroom and walked behind the sink to meet a full standalone massage tub, stretched along the far glass walls across from the door I entered, the city view was directly visible from where I was standing. Further behind me to the right was a separate large shower space fitted perfectly to the side. Four or five people could probably shower there at the same time, not that it would happen, but that's how big the shower space was. Between the tub and the shower, folded towels upon towels among other bathroom essentials were placed neatly inside shelves of an aristocratic-looking cabinet that was twice as wide as my height.

I looked down to see a huge bath mat placed near the entrance where I came inside, and vaguely remembered that they felt like memory foam. Nevertheless, the entire floor was furnished in what was probably really expensive granite that ran across the room, they weren't tiles at all, the entire floor was smooth marble. The renovators must have put so much thought into this room, as there were strategically placed drains and small dents on the floor that helped to drain water if needed. The place was literally a giant bathroom within a bathroom, and how Hayden Whitehall manages to use this on a daily basis is beyond me.

After thoroughly inspecting the bathroom, I found myself getting curious next to the left wall that appeared to be darker than the rest of the brightly lighted glass walls. It was the only wall that was actually covered by the translucent, white curtains. So it was certainly to my surprise when I opened the curtains to see that the same glass wall was connected to Hayden's actual bedroom, and there was a connecting glass door between the two rooms. So it was to no one's surprise that I opened the door and walked into Hayden's room.

"Well, what do we have here?" I said out loud as I walked into Hayden's giant room. It was a similar structure compared to his bathroom with glass walls and ceilings all around except for the entrance, but nonetheless, it was a simplistic room.

The California King sized bed was placed in the middle of the room, which ironically is a personification of Hayden's actual ego. The bedding mostly consisted of navy blue and dark grey colours, and it certainly looked comfortable all around. Hayden also had a large office desk placed at the far wall, where large piles of paperwork and an expensive looking desktop computer were located. Further to the left of the room was a giant TV mounted over a stand, with various different gaming consoles and games laying around. Closer to the actual solid wall and was an open door which was a walk-in closet. Other than the notable furniture, Hayden Whitehall surprisingly had a simple room.

 I continued to walk around the room but eventually allowed myself to sit on Hayden's bed. It was memory foam, so it was to nobody's surprise that I would get any chance I get to at least try and sit on it. It was his fault that he allowed me inside his house anyway, I justified. 

"You know what, fuck him for not being here and making me wait," I said to myself as I fully laid down on the bed, my entire body slightly sinking as the soft bedding embraced me.

It was crazy to think that one man owned this entire two floors of living space, and to be honest nobody needs that much space anyway. But I had to admit, this place was beautiful and certainly makes the place so much homier than my initial impression of the place. I wonder if Hayden had enough lights to light up the room after sunset? He probably does, but it didn't matter, his bed was so comfy, and I didn't want to move at all.

And so I didn't move, I laid on his bed until I fell soundly asleep because I could.

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Sienna was dirt poor. 

Struggling to pay off her debts, every waking moment became an uphill battle between school and work. Until one fated opportunity is given to her by pure, dumb chance. Sienna decides it is the perfect timing to open her blabbermouth and initiate an argument with the notorious Hayden Whitehall. 

Unexpectedly, she is deceived and unwillingly dragged into the dramatic lifestyle of the elite and powerful and chosen as a candidate for The Chrysalis Project - a top-secret transformation program operated by the institution to turn commoners with troubled pasts into the elites' "playthings". In her attempts to uncover the truth, Sienna slowly grows more affectionate towards the same man that had placed her in the midst of chaos in the first place. 

There is more to the turn of events than it may appear, and soon Sienna will uncover that the real enemy is perhaps not Hayden Whitehall, but other powerful forces in play.

He is a businessman, working abroad quite a lot and travelling between t´he States´ and Europe. Married previously, but now divorced and, after the failure of his marriage, no longer wishing to be ´tied´. However, he does enjoy a life of sexual adventure - which is, of course, where I come in.

“Have there been others? Before me I mean? Have you done this before?”

He scratches his nose. “I suppose that´s a natural question. No, I haven´t done this before: literally buying a woman.” He leans forward, taking my hand. “You are unique in that way Charlotte, and in other ways too I think.”

“I´m not sure what you mean?”

“Very few women, especially a young woman like you, would have had the sheer nerve to do what you have done. I admire you for it...and now, he stretches and yawns. “We have an appointment with Michael. Shall we go?”

An hour or so later, back at the hotel, Michael is waiting for us in the lobby. Standing as he sees us arrive, he smiles. “Hello, James. Good evening Charlotte. You had a good day I hope.” He looks good, wearing a clean white linen shirt with well-cut jeans and polished shoes.

“Yes, lovely,” I squeak, trying to get my voice under control. In only a little while, I am expected to be having sex together with these two men.

Up in the apartment, my Master waves me through to the bathroom. “You will find some clothes in there that I would like you to wear.”

The ´clothes´ turn out to be minimalist, to say the least: stockings, a heavy collar-type necklace, and the lightest of sheer robes, quite transparent and revealing my lack of underwear of any kind. I put on some makeup, then try to put my hair up. It is uncooperative, tangling into knots every time I try to pin it high, so, giving it up as a bad job, I brush it out and let it settle down into a red cloud around me, standing out and crackling with static.

Drawing the diaphanous wrap around me like armour, heart pounding, I step back into the lounge, dimly lit, where the two men are waiting for me, standing, talking quietly together, drinking wine.

As I step through the door, they turn as one, both smiling, and my Master offering me a glass. “Relax a little Charlotte. You look beautiful. Come join us. Let us look at you.”

Sipping the wine, I catch sight of myself in a mirror. A stranger looks back at me, dark-eyed, red-lipped, with a deep bronze collar at the throat, flickering bright in the candle gleam, and wearing only gossamer silk and a cloud of copper-red hair.

The stranger is indeed lovely.

My Master stands behind me in the reflection, Michael to his side. “Look at yourself Charlotte. Don´t you think you are beautiful? Imagine how I feel, having you here. How Michael feels.”

He and Michael each take me by an arm. I think they are leading me to the same bedroom as before, but no, this is another room, smaller, much smaller. Once again, the lights are low, candlelight only. There is little in here except the bed, centred between mirrored walls. Mirrors surround us from all sides. I see myself, Michael and my Master, reflected a hundred times around us in the light of a thousand ghostly candles.

The two men position me between them, standing me on a large thick rug in the centre of the beautifully polished hardwood floor.

My Master pulls me gently to him, Michael standing behind me, his hands resting on my hips. He kisses me softly on the lips, then turns me to face Michael, who also kisses me, more fully, open-mouthed. In the mirrors, I see him look to my Master over my shoulder. Do they have some sort of code? Some unwritten script?

“Watch yourself,” murmurs my Master. “And us. Watch yourself in the mirrors. See what we are doing to you. Watch what you do to us.”

My Master is holding me at the waist while Michael unties the wrap. As it falls loose from my shoulders, hands slide it away from me, down to the floor. Standing naked between the two men, both sets of hands explore me.

My Master reaches around in front of me, cupping my breasts from behind, pushing them in and up, displaying them to Michael, who bends and suckles, first one, then the other. His hands are stroking my belly, my hips, questing south to my thighs. In the mirrors, his head moves against me, dark hair ruffled slightly by the movement.

Behind me, through the fabric of clothes, the rising hardness of an erection presses to my back before, abruptly, disappearing as my Master moves away from me.

I try to turn, to see where he has gone, but Michael holds me still and there is the sound of a chair scraping over the wooden floor.

Michael dropping to his knees, my Master seats himself to one side of us, sitting, head propped on one hand, his pupils wide and dark in the glimmer-light as he watches us. 

“Charlotte,” he says. “Turn a little. I want to see you.”

Obediently, I turn, Michael following me from below. “Good girl. Now play with your nipples. Pinch them and roll them. Get them hard for me.”

Again, I obey, but with difficulty, as I am being distracted by Michael´s parting of my pussy lips with his fingers, his fingertip exploration inward, and the heat of his breath over my thighs. I am already wet as his fingers slide in, then thrust sharply upwards and...and...what?

Gasping, I stagger, an exquisite sensation piercing upwards through me. “What...? How...?” I don´t know how to frame the question.

Michael saves me the trouble, grinning as he pulls back to look up at me. “It´s your G-spot Charlotte. I love making women jump that way, more so when they don´t expect it.” He watches my face, his fingers insistently pushing and sliding against my inner walls.  Self-control failing, my knees begin to buckle and I flail out, seizing him by the shoulders to keep my balance. “That´s okay Charlotte,” he says. “Lean on me. Let´s get you nice and liquid before James and I fuck you.”

He is succeeding. His hand is slippery with my pussy juices, and I can hear a sort of suction as his fingers work my inner wall. Staggering again as his thumb joins the party, flicking against my clit, I gasp and buck, struggling now to stay upright.

“Time to get you off your feet girl, I think,” he says. “What do you reckon, James?”

“Couldn´t agree more.” And I am swept up by two pairs of arms, deposited on the bed and pulled upright, but on my knees.

Kneeling on the bed, I am sandwiched. My Master, close behind me, hooks his arms under mine, pulling me backwards, and supporting me against his chest. His hands slip down over my belly, through curls, to my pussy lips, fingers parting me, exposing my clit and cunt to Michael, displaying me. “Open your legs further,” he whispers to me, his face close to mine, skin hot against me, fragrant with sweat and wine.



She Sold Herself and Her Virginity…

The penniless Charlotte dreams of a bright future. But she has nothing to sell but herself and her virginity. She chooses to auction both to the highest bidder. 

Charlotte’s buyer becomes her Master and he chooses to share her with his friend.
But when she later returns to them, as the relationship between the Three develops, it becomes clear that there is more to Charlotte than a young woman in need of money.

Who is Charlotte?

What are her secrets?

And if her past returns, who will pay the price?

A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance and Thriller

Buying Charlotte is created by Simone Leigh, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

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