Veins of Betrayal
Your decisions shape the boundaries of love, desire, and surrender. What begins as healing unravels into temptation, exposing the rawest truths of the body and soul.I never thought I’d agree to this—inviting a yoni therapist into our home, letting her touch me in places no one but Carlo had ever explored. But something in me was broken, distant, numb. And Luna promised to awaken it.
Now, lying bare beneath her hands, I feel everything. Too much. Her fingers trace my folds with maddening slowness, and I whimper, hips twitching. 'Relax,' she murmurs. 'Let go.'
Carlo watches, silent, hard, his eyes burning into mine. I reach for him. 'Help me…'
He takes my hand but doesn’t move closer. 'She’s healing you, baby.'
'Healing feels like torture,' I gasp as she circles my clit. 'I need… I need to be fucked!'
Luna smirks. 'Not yet. You’re not ready.'
I sob, body trembling. 'Pakiunti-unti ako! Huwag niyo akong bitinin!'
They exchange a look. A silent agreement. They’ll make me beg. And I will.
Raymund
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The Ghost of Lost Love
Seven years of marriage, carrying his child, yet I meant nothing when disaster struck. My husband chose his adopted sister over me as we were trapped beneath the earthquake rubble. As I died with our unborn baby, I heard his cold words: 'If the baby dies, it's only what you owe Alice.' Now I watch from beyond the grave as he believes I'm still alive, manipulated by the sister he saved. The ghost of his wife lingers, witnessing the truth he'll never escape.
My Death Left My Alpha Drowning in Regret
The Luna ceremony was supposed to be my happiest day—until my family shattered everything. They demanded I surrender my Alpha mate Fenris to my 'cursed' sister Lilith, claiming it was her dying wish. When I refused, my brother threw me into the beast-infested Dark Forest, where I perished—pregnant with Fenris' child. Now I linger as a spirit, forced to watch Lilith usurp my life, my mate, and my position. As Fenris begins to question the lies, the Moon Goddess has chosen me for vengeance. Those who betrayed me will soon drown in regret.
Their Souls Are Yours
I sold my soul for a voice that could move mountains, for crowds that screamed my name into the void. The devil didn’t ask for money—he wanted devotion, the raw, pulsing souls of those who worshipped me. Now, every concert is a sacrifice. Every fan who faints from ecstasy? Another soul claimed. I can feel them screaming in the silence between songs. But here’s the truth: I can’t stop. The music won’t let me. And neither will the thing wearing my face on stage tonight.
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