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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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The wrong one

At Harmon Industries

In a dimly lit office room, Leon was sitting on the single-seater couch that was facing the city through a glass wall. His left hand held the rims of a rock glass which had nearly an ounce of whiskey in it. 

A burning cigarette was present between the fingers of his right hand, his eyes were closed, legs were crossed seemingly in deep thought as he slowly breathed out the smoke from his mouth.

There was the sound of knocks on the door but Leon didn't move a bit. A tall handsome man entered the room and his eyes searched for Leon before proceeding towards him.

He sat on the arm of the couch that was a little away from Leon and deeply sighed.

Leon guessed the reason behind the sigh without opening his eyes to see who the man was, "Second miss to get Shea Morris?" He tapped the cigarette ash in the ashtray and took a long drag of the smoke.

Yes, the young man is the same handsome stranger who danced with Shea in the club.