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The Siren's Vengeance

"None of my pawns signified love but then he came along, disintegrating the whole chessboard to dust." ... Einstein said, 'The weak revenge. The strong forgive. The intelligent ignore.' To hell with that. I believe in 'Revenge is a dish best served cold.' For all that pain, the gore, and those blood-curdling screams that haunted me for the past 16 years, I am here. Right inside the den of those wolves who ripped my happy world to shreds. Inch by inch, drop by drop, they will pay their sins. But my vengeance did not include him. Archer Cardale. An enigma. There is something about him that can catch my attention in a room full of people, that made me choose him as my husband, as a pawn in my revenge. And there has to be something about him that makes me fall for him...hopelessly. I had nothing to lose... until him. He has no idea about what I am, about what I went through but he holds me close when I have nightmares. He kisses the coldness in my heart. But once he discovers that the girl in his bed and in his heart is the very same monster who is responsible for the brutal, cold-blooded murders happening around him, will he still hold me close? Or will he save those monsters who turned me into one? In the end, will he choose them? Or will we watch their downfall together? ... After their first time— She whispered, ''That was...'' ''Hmm?'' he played with her hair. "...something,'' she finished. ''Your vocabulary sucks,'' Archer chuckled. "You have something better to describe what happened between us?" "C'était un rêve devenu réalité pour moi,'' he smiled, looking at her stunned face. (Translation: It was a dream come true for me) ... [No rape or major misunderstandings. There will be explicit steamy scenes, a bit of angst, and it's a slow-burn romance. No direct jumping and doing stuff ahem!] ~ [Follow me on Instagram: @auroraboooks for all exclusive content, spoilers, and other fun stuff that I can't post here on WN]

Auroraaa · Fantasy
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209 Chs

Abandoned cat

"I hate her.'' 

Elvina glanced at the boy who was standing in front of the bartender, seemingly talking to himself. 

He seemed to be somewhere in his teens. Maybe, 15 or 16 years old but his tuxedo, and coiffed hair made him look older than his age. 

Except that his maturity faded into thin air the moment he opened his mouth. 

''I want wine. Red wine. White wine. Whichever will make me drunk.'' 

Elvina's lips twitched. Haish, human kids. They don't even know what they are getting at. 

The bartender seemed to be troubled because instead of outrightly denying the wild child, he looked around, seemingly asking for help. 

It was an event for rich people so the poor man seemed to be worried about getting in trouble by offending some second-generation heir.

Elvina decided to mind her own business as she sipped her wine. 

Today was the day her Aunt was supposed to bring in the surprises that she talked about. The hired henchmen.