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Cassandra Syndrome

Cassandra Reid has never found a fortune teller on Earth that could read her future. She always gets the same cards got over and over again from the different tarot readers she approached. High Priestess and the Four Knights. Knight of Pentacles. Knight of Swords. Knight of Wands. Knight of Cups. And the last one? The ominous Death Card. Every fortune teller has no idea what they meant and they have completely given up on her fate. Even she, herself, has given up. Until one of the Knights showed up. And tried to kill her. YUMMY EXCERPT: updates every day "Why are you protecting me anyway?" I swallowed a lump forming in my throat. "What's in it for you?" "Yeah, Cass. I ask myself every day why I am doing this too. Before I sleep and the first thing that comes to my mind the moment I wake up? It's you." His gaze jerked up and clashed with mine, confusion darkening those gorgeous irises. "I'm doing things I never even wanted to do in the first place. Like messing up my mission as the heir of the House of Cups." "I don't want to be indebted to you! I don't want you to get hurt while you kept me safe." The more I spoke, the more Gabriel's pupils narrowed. "Do you know why I'm doing this?" Gabriel chuckled without humor as he cupped my chin, forcing my face to his. "Because I loathe it when you are hanging out with some other guy. Someone who isn't me." He pulled back and studied my face before shaking his head. "I want to kill them myself. There's a dark thought in my mind that says you are mine to own. And you are mine to kill when that time comes where I have to." Gabriel's grip tightened and he leaned down, placing us nose to nose, his choppy breath traipsing over my lips. "You like taunting me by flirting with other guys too, do you? Well, guess what? It works. I can't fucking get you out of my mind." He released me long enough to slam a fist into the wall just beside my temple. "The first kiss was a goddamn mistake. It was supposed to purge you from my thought, make me stop wondering what you taste like."

Parisian_Moon · Fantaisie
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Bewitched

It was supposed to be a joke, so he need not be forced if he didn't want to do it.

Lysander wasn't the type of guy to be told twice.

He peeled the wet shirt over his head, and before I could even run a quick scan over his body, Lysander had already thrown the wet shirt on my face, and I swatted it, but it was too late.

It landed on my forehead, and I couldn't see anything at all.

Well, it would be better this way. I stomped my foot towards the laundry basket as I turned my back against him, throwing the shirt.

I heard a rustle of fabric, and I just knew by instinct that he had taken off his pants.

I hear footfalls slowly stepping towards me, and it grew even louder when Lysander approached.

Clasping a hand through my beating chest, I willed myself to calm down over his half-naked body's proximity.

I felt the warmth emanating from his skin when his naked chest touched my back.