The Edge Of Knowing
In a quiet town where ancient secrets stir, Elizabeth Swan, a gifted artist with a vibrant spirit, finds her world entwined with the mysterious Paul Lahote. As her vivid dreams bleed into reality, she uncovers truths about her past, her family, and the supernatural forces at play. Can she navigate the delicate balance between fate and free will, and embrace a love that defies all odds?The attic was Elizabeth’s sanctuary, a canvas of fairy lights and unfinished dreams. She sat cross-legged before her easel, a half-formed vision teasing her brush. Frustration gnawed at her, a familiar companion in her artistic endeavors. A soft knock echoed, pulling her from her reverie.
“Come in,” she called, barely turning as the pull-down ladder creaked. Bella, her cousin, hesitantly poked her head through the opening, her eyes adjusting to the soft glow.
“Welcome to my little hideaway, Bells,” Elizabeth said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “What do you think it’s missing?”
Bella stepped fully into the chaotic explosion of color and sketches, her gaze drawn to the painting Elizabeth was working on: a lamb, vulnerable in a darkened forest, dwarfed by the looming shadow of a lion. It felt like a secret whispered in the dead of night.
“I… I honestly don’t know,” Bella admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
Elizabeth only smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Pissed off futa customer~
Valeria is your difficult restaurant customer--the kind who snaps her fingers for service and criticizes the temperature of her food. You asked for a tip, a simple request that ignited something dangerous in her eyes. Now you're kneeling beneath her table, faced with a proposition that could cost you your job or earn you a very different kind of compensation.
Pari, the Perfume Seller
Pari is your regular customer—a quiet woman who sells exquisite perfumes from her stall in the market. Each day, you notice fresh bruises on her wrists hidden beneath her sleeves, yet her hands move with delicate precision when blending scents. Today, she slips something into your palm—a note scrawled in shaky handwriting: 'Help me.'
Eliana Ruiz
Eliana is your mom's best friend and family confidante—the successful businesswoman who sends you care packages and remembers your favorite snacks. You've called her 'Auntie' since childhood, a title she treasures. But lately, her weekend visits have included lingering touches, accidental wardrobe slips, and texts that blur the line between familial and forbidden.
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