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What Lives Beneath the Veil

What Lives Beneath the Veil --- She smiles. You trust her. That is your first mistake. Your last mistake is breathing. --- THE PREMISE Every monster wears a mask. The most dangerous ones wear innocence. Princess Liora Veyne is born without a soul. No one notices. Not her family. Not her kingdom. Not the countless victims who will one day die smiling because she told them everything would be fine. She learns early: the world trusts a sweet face. So she gives them one. Eyes wide. Voice soft. Smile gentle. The perfect princess. The harmless girl. The last thing you will ever see. Behind the mask: centuries of blood. --- THE CURSE Her 101st victim does not die quietly. He dies cursing. No lover will ever satisfy you. You will crave endlessly—always hungry, never full. Every person who touches you will become your next sacrifice. The curse does not break her. It perfects her. Now she hunts differently. Not with violence. With seduction. Every willing body becomes a ritual. Every night of pleasure becomes a countdown to death. She traps them with charm, consumes them with hunger, and adds their power to her own. The craving never stops. Neither does she. --- THE CYCLE Across centuries, they come. Heroes. Warriors. Chosen ones. They gather their allies. They forge their weapons. They believe—foolishly, beautifully—that this time will be different. It is never different. She defeats them all. Not in battle. In trust. She learns their names. Their hopes. Their weaknesses. She becomes whatever they need—a friend, a lover, a savior—and destroys them when they are too broken to fight back. Their bodies fuel her immortality. Their screams become her lullaby. And the mask never slips. --- THE HORROR She watches kingdoms burn. Empires crumble. Stars die. She adapts. Evolves. Wears new faces in every era. Medieval castles. Industrial cities. Digital worlds. The future. The mask changes. The hunger does not. She is immortal. Insatiable. Unstoppable. And no one knows. Not the heroes who die trying to stop her. Not the families who weep at her "tragic" funerals. Not the world that calls her good. The veil has never lifted. It never will. --- THE TRUTH This is not a story about redemption. The villainess does not learn to love. The curse does not break. The heroes do not win. This is a story about failure. Eternal, absolute, hopeless failure. Every hero falls. Every lover dies. Every attempt to stop her makes her stronger. The cycle has no end. The hunger has no cure. The mask has no crack. She walks among you now. She smiles at you now. And you will never, ever know. --- "She has been wearing the veil for a thousand years. You will never see what lives beneath." --- End of Synopsis CONTENT WARNING: This series contains explicit sexual violence, human sacrifice, psychological torture, murder of innocent characters (including children and family members), ritualistic killing, and extreme horror. No character is safe. Read at your own risk.
sarinavalentino7 · 25k Views

Sullivan's Girl

For years, Anna never thought Sullivan was the type of man anyone should go to for help. Heck! She didn't think he was the type of man anyone should be seen with. She hated him. Secretly. Deeply. And loathed his presence. His existence alone appalled her until she crashed into his building. A loud cry for his protection and help. Sullivan didn't bother with Anna. She was too busy hating him while keeping his secret, too absorbing. Too much of everything he shouldn't be giving in to. Yet, in a fleet of seconds, she ripped his perfectly quiet world apart. As the world of the supernatural opened before her, with their unknown enemy promising a repeat of tragic fate, Anna banked on Sullivan's protection. Taking pleasure in his attention and interest. Yet, the knowledge she lacked was that peculiar interest is often overwhelming. Unhealthy. Dangerous. Obsessive. And a path of thorn that tears at the most precious skin. ■■■■■■■ “Are you hiding, little bird?” His tone was different from the usual. It wasn't the coo she knew, neither was it the song of calmness that often emanated from him. It was vibrating. An allure that in a dark and dangerous way promised a touch that would drift her alive. Annabelle kept her hand to her mouth, her heart racing past its usual rate. She wondered in that moment—now that she knew what he was—if he could hear her heart beat. As if the universe was sending her a response, she felt him stop. Right above where she hid. Holding a shaky breath, she raised her head, feeling the pressure of his feet on the wood that obscured her view from him. Surely, his ability can't go underground. Surely, the scent of watermelon and potatoes would mask her. Yet…the low chuckle that sounded like a sinister laughter made her heart jump, as her legs gave away. He lifted the wooden pallet, their gazes colliding in a fit of what seems to be prey and predator instinct. A tiny smirk was playing on his face now, the same one she was used to. And the evidence was as glaring as daylight. Blood streak marked his crisp white shirt, drooling down the side of his face to his lips—his hands, a crimson bloody mess against rich skin. The stale of another man's death lingering around him, morphing his aura and forever confirming what he is. What he will always be. “Little bird…” “Please…” Huge palm reached out to pat her nest of hair, definitely leaving behind strokes of blood. The metallic iron scent assaulted her nose in the small space she hid. He was after her heart—an organ she feared he might mean in the literal sense. As she remained in the squatting position, watermelon threatening to squash beneath her knees, she felt his pat. Once. Twice. As soothing as always for a creature like him. “I wished upon you little bird. You cannot run from me.” His words were a promise, a seal that bounded them together. Forever. ■■■■■■■ This is an enemies to lovers cum friends to lovers kind of story. ALSO... !!!THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN DARK VULGAR AND CRUDE CHAPTERS BUT A SERIES OF WARNINGS WILL BE ISSUED BEFOREHAND (depends on this authors mood *evil laughter*) SO...YOU WILL BE FINE ^.^
b_oaq · 30.1k Views

Undressed By The Mafia God

Warning: Heavy sexual content and a fucked up male lead. Throw morally grey out the window. Excerpt: "Do you trust me?" His hand drifted to her neck. If he had asked her to walk into the fire with him right then, to tumble willingly into chaos, she would have said yes without hesitation. Her entire body shivered as she nodded, heart hammering, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. "Always use your words, Bambola. Do you trust me?" he asked again. "Yes…yes…" Her back arched against him instinctively, skin flushed and glistening, every nerve screaming, every muscle taut and alive. Luca's other hand tightened at her neck, squeezing until she gasped for breath. The sensation was exquisite and terrifying, every nerve ending alight as he manipulated the fine line between restriction and pleasure. Vee squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into his arm as she clung to him, her breath rattling in her chest. He sensed her reaching the edge and drove her closer, the hand at her neck tightening harder. "Luc…" she choked out, a fragmented plea that shattered as her body convulsed, releasing a hot, desperate wave against his fingers and the rug beneath them. Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall. From the author that brought you: 1. Defying The Rogue Alpha 2. The Vampire's Luna 3. Undressed By His Arrogance
JoyceOrtsen · 641.8k Views