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The Traps of Black Swan

'Each betrayal begins with trust' ~~~ ‘Endure a while’ was what her grandfather said. She endured the curses. She endured the pain. She endured the unfairness. She endured the behest. She endured the down heart. She endured many things but what did she get in return?  Betrayal from her own people. ‘This cruel world is not for innocents.’ She had to learn it forcefully laying on the deathbed wishing to leave the world forever. But fate plays cruelly. Now she is back to the same world to stand strong and smile at the evil. --- Excerpt: Aarvi Evans typed a message shamelessly on her mobile, [I need a kiss.] Her lips tugged to a rare mischievous curve clicking on the send button. It wasn’t even fifteen minutes, her mobile went off. She walked out of the private room of the restaurant and answered the call, “Hel…” She was suddenly yanked to the opposite private room. Before she could absorb the situation, the door was shut, she was pinned to the wall and a pair of thin soft lips pressed on her forehead calming her nerves. ‘How naive!’ She hadn’t thought he would actually ignore his client just to give her a kiss. A kiss! Aaron Rivas would have called her naive if he could hear her thoughts. The next second, Aarvi’s petite face was showered with gentle pecks without leaving an inch unattended. Aaron paused and said, “Cupcake! you hadn’t mentioned where you needed the kiss.” He didn't let her react and locked her lips. --- This is an original story. Thank you ^_^ for giving it a try. DISCORD: Munchkin_2#7368 Story DISCORD: https://discord.gg/QhhXXWq Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/munchkin_2 Instagram: auth_munchkin Linktree: https://linktr.ee/munchkin *Credit to the real owner of the novel cover photo.

Munchkin_2 · Urban
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A maze

Leon rubbed his stinging cheek and realized the surface that hit his cheek wasn't too rough or wide but cold. It reminded him of her slender legs wearing lace strapped designer pointed heels.

'She hit me with her sandals?' The thought of it enraged him.

His breathing twitched, eyes turned red in anger. He looked like a wounded demon that was in need of blood to heal.

'Did I fall into her trap?'

Squinting his eyes, he looked around the darkness, 'What is in here?'

He tried to put his brain on the activities that happened a few minutes back.

'Was she alone in the party hall?'

'Was President Dawson panicked due to her?'

'Why didn't my men notify me about her in the hall?'

'Why wasn't she terrified after falling down?'

'Why didn't she cry?'

'How could she be so calm?'

Now he was careful to even touch the 'rack' without knowing what could be there.