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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.

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Sean casually walked on the footpath trying to discern how his brother's men will handle or 'am I just overthinking?'

Just then he noticed a few men in the early twenties following him. They were wearing modest clothes and looked like they were from middle to low-class families under the dim lights of the streets.

"My brother is such a simpleton, he just knows local thugs. Ugh." He assumed to himself and was ready to reveal his real appearance but a solid punch reached his stomach and somebody shoved a cloth that silenced his tone as soon as he opened his mouth to scream.

He wanted to show his face but a black cap enclosed his head covering till his neck. The sharp, throbbing pain at his abdomen took hold of him constricting his movement. He wanted to stop everything they were doing but somebody caught his hands.