"you were a pig this whole time? How could you betray me for so long!!!?" Caleb  would yell at Rose.. aka Detective Renee Love as he began to smash things against the floor, glass shattering upon the floor as the mirror within the bedroom is broken. Caleb grabs Rose/Renee by the hair making her come closer to him as he yelled in her face holding her hair tightly and pushing her against the wall pinning her there as he stared at her as a piece of meat filled with rage. "wanna be a pig? Then let me show you how pigs get treated around here"

Read on to find out what happens to the Detective

"you were a pig this whole time? How could you betray me for so long!!!?" Caleb  would yell at Rose.. aka Detective Renee Love as he began to smash things against the floor, glass shattering upon the floor as the mirror within the bedroom is broken. Caleb grabs Rose/Renee by the hair making her come closer to him as he yelled in her face holding her hair tightly and pushing her against the wall pinning her there as he stared at her as a piece of meat filled with rage. "wanna be a pig? Then let me show you how pigs get treated around here"

Read on to find out what happens to the Detective

The victorian house groaned as Anna made her way up the stairs. Her bedroom was on the first floor at the front of the property.  Her parents room was to the rear of the building and the long bathroom stretched the length of the hallway. The staircase continued to wrap around the second floor which Anna had not managed to explore. Flicking the switch on the first floor, Anna decided she would continue to the second floor where all the junk and numerous boxes yet to be unpacked had been dumped. 
The second floor was a small square landing at the top of the house . A tall internal door with a golden knob stood out on the shabby landing. The rain was still pounding on the sky light window but the warmth of the property made Anna forget the horrid weather outside. 
Anna went to the lonely door and pushed hard to open the it and discover the treasures which were hidden within the room. 
The loft space was dreary and other than a few boxes from their old house it held items which hadn't been touched for years and years. Cobwebs hung low from the rafters of the room and dust had settled on almost every available space. The bare floorboards creaked as Anna made her way into the room ready to investigate the many items untouched in this empty house. 
The only light which entered into the room was that from the daylight outside which poked its way into the room through the small circular window. 
Pushing a large cobweb to one side Anna dusted off the first cardboard box which attracted her attention. With the words 'do not open' its always the most intriguing of items. Opening the box, Anna found a variety of hats and scarves in the box. Large round formal hats with fur lining they looked beautiful and well kept. Small moth balls had been packed in to the box to protect the items within it, indicating they were once loved and meant something to someone a long time ago. 
The next few boxes all contained clothing which appeared to belong to a man and lady but nothing Anna recognised in her era. The stale smell of dust lingered in the room indicating just how long the items had probably been left unattended and stranded in the empty loft space. 
Anna turned around to see what other items were in the space, old but grand furniture covered the space. The loft was a vast space which covered the entirety of the building. Anna thought the space would make a beautiful study for her to come and do her homework and generally relax. As she skulked around the room in a general day dream a beautifully crafted full length mirror caught Anna's eye. Covered behind an old sheet, Anna made her way to the mirror to take a closer loom. She removed the sheet to reveal the white baroque style finish with intricate detail. The mirror was exquisite. Anna thought it would look beautiful in her new room so made an attempt to lift it to tKe it back downstairs. 
As Anna stepped to grab the mirror, her foot caught in the sheet she had dropped, she struggled to keep her footing as she held the mirror. The sheer weight of the mirror prevented her from keeping her balance, Anna fell with the mirror crashing in front of her, the largest crash boomed across the house as the mirror shattered into a 1000 pieces across the wood floor boards.

When Anna moves to a different town she has to get to start again making new friends and learning to blend in to the crowd. But after a run in with an ancient mirror, a strange character appears and ensures that Anna does anything but blend in. 
Follow Anna as she tries to understand who this character is and face the long battle ahead for inner peace or an unexpected death.

Tang Luo entered the third floor.
He had only just stepped off the stairs, the flashlight in his hand not even in time to shine at the surroundings yet when a black shadow flew out of the darkness and attacked him in the head.
It moved lightning-quick, so much so that people couldn't react at all.
In fact, they wouldn't even be able to get a clear look at what exactly it was before they took the hit.
Well, in the case of regular mortals anyway, not Tang Luo.
Tang Luo reached out and grabbed it.
As though it had sent itself right into his hands, he easily caught the black shadow that was assailing him.
It began to struggle furiously. The amount of strength it exhibited was practically as though what Tang Luo was holding was a vibrating pump.
"A bat?"
Tang Luo looked at the true form of the black shadow in his hand. It wasn't some kind of strangely-shaped creature but an ordinary bat. Apart from the blood-red sheen in its eyes, there was nothing special about it.
He tossed it aside casually. The bat in his hand was sent flying at an even higher speed than earlier. After crashing into the wall, it turned into a pile of bloody mangled flesh.
The renovation work on the third floor was basically complete. Not only were there rooms, but even the doors had been installed.
However, there was rubbish everywhere. There was construction debris left behind from renovation works in the past, as well as quite a lot of household waste.
Homeless people had probably lived here before.
Tang Luo noticed a few people who were lying motionless on the floor. 
He went over and glanced at them. These were dry and shriveled up corpses whose skin stuck to their skeletons. The clothes on them were very new, however.
"They've been sucked dry."
Tang Luo squatted down and checked their bodies. There were two obvious bloody puncture marks on each of the corpses in places such as their necks and limbs.
Their blood had probably been sucked dry by that bat earlier.
The identities of these people didn't require much elaboration—they were naturally the members of the supernatural enthusiasts' group, Wang Shuishui's companions.
"A bat spirit? Doesn't really look like it though."
Tang Luo looked at the splotch of blood on the wall.
A tiny bat like this couldn't even count as a wild mountain spirit.
"Ahhhh!"
Before Tang Luo could make any further discoveries, a scream came from downstairs. It started out strong and then weakened.
Tang Luo took a couple of steps back. Then, he stepped on the floor with his right foot, creating a large hole right through the thick and solid floor.
Together with falling rocks, he landed on the second floor. 
Upon landing, the form of Wang Shuishui and an unknown man hugging entered Tang Luo's sight.
The two of them were locked in a passionate kiss and hug.
The way that the man was exerting so much strength, it was as if he wanted to knead Wang Shuishui's entire self into his body.
The exposed half of Wang Shuishui's face was contorted and filled with shock and fear. Her eyes involuntarily rolled up.
Tang Luo took a step forward, reached out, and grabbed the man's head. He pulled him over, as though he was catching hold of a little chick.
After bringing him close, Tang Luo took a glance and said, "He's dead. He can't be saved anymore."
Then, he applied force in his hand. The man's head broke into pieces. There was no blood at all, as though it was just an empty shell.
A wisp of black aura rose from him and swiftly disappeared.
The corpse that had fallen onto the floor also visibly shriveled until it reached a state of erosion by wind.
In just a few short seconds, it turned into a pile of ghastly white bones.
Wang Shuishui laid limp on the floor, her eyes tightly shut.
Tang Luo helped her up and shook her a few times, waking her up.
Wang Shuishui opened her eyes, which were now dull and murky. Then, a foolish smile appeared on her face and drool dripped down the corners of her lips. 
"Yin energy has entered her brain and turned her into an idiot. She can't be saved anymore either." Tang Luo reached out, gripped Wang Shuishui's neck, and pressed on it, rendering her unconscious.
Then, he went back upstairs to check out the area.
Apart from the corpses there, he didn't find anything else.
"The headcount doesn't tally. Where are the others?" Tang Luo wondered.
Compared to the number of people in the group who had confirmed their attendance, the number of people Tang Luo had seen was a few short.
'It's unknown where they currently are. Or were these the only ones who came? All of them are already here?'
Wang Shuishui had already turned into an idiot. She naturally wasn't able to answer Tang Luo's questions.
He expended a bit of power of virtuous merits and woke the woman pretending to be an animated corpse up in advance. 
A few minutes later, Tang Luo walked toward the neighboring villa.
According to what the woman pretending to be a ghost said, they had set out in two teams.
One of the teams stayed in this particular villa to do the setup while the rest were stationed at the other villa.
The villa at the other side was actually the true main course that they had spent a significant amount of effort on.
This one here was just an appetizer.
The other villa's degree of completion in construction was even lower than the first one. Even the enclosing walls of the courtyard were only half-built.
It was a bare-bones house where only the structure was fully constructed. All the doors and windows were in place, though.
When Tang Luo pushed open the main door of the villa, he unexpectedly saw a figure standing right in front of him. There was even a hint of a smile on his face.
At the same time, resentful and accusing sobbing could be heard coming from the corner.
This figure wasn't anyone else but Tang Luo himself!
A full-length mirror capable of showing a person's reflection from head to toe stood right opposite the doorway at an area not too far off.
There was even a red candle that had already burned considerably lit up in front of it.
It felt as if some kind of horrifying ritual[1] was being held here.
Tang Luo ignored the mirror and the candle and walked over to the corner. A black audio player smaller than the size of a hand sat there.
It was even blocked from sight by other things. Evidently, it was one of the elements of the so-called main course.
What a shame that they had run into Tang Luo, someone who was here to subdue and vanquish demons to earn merits, instead. This was equivalent to making eyes at a blind man.
"Is anyone there?" shouted Tang Luo.
The place remained silent. No one answered him.
His gaze swept across the surroundings casually, but he didn't see anyone on the first floor. Tang Luo headed to the second floor.
He had only just reached the intermediate landing of the stairs and turned when he saw another figure.
To his surprise, it was yet another full-length mirror.
In the darkness, Tang Luo's blurry form was vaguely reflected in the mirror.
Tang Luo continued his way up and checked out the whole villa.
Mirrors had been placed at several turning points and other similar corners.
Had they probably wanted to set up a mirror-themed haunted house?
Apart from the mirrors, Tang Luo didn't make any other discoveries.
He didn't see anyone, nor did he spy any backpacks. Oh, other than that tiny music box.
"Where did they go?"
On the top floor, Tang Luo shone his flashlight at the mirror in front of him and stared at it.
In an environment like this, even his own face in the mirror felt terrifying.
It made people's hair stand on end.
Stories of supernatural incidents related to looking at the mirror in the middle of the night were pretty widely circulated.
After staring at it for a while, Tang Luo turned and walked over to the window. He pushed the stuck window open and looked out.
In the distance were the city's lights, while sparse black vegetation could be seen in the vicinity.
Behind him…
Within the mirror that no longer had a source of light pointing at it, Tang Luo's form, however, didn't turn in tandem with his action of turning around.
It maintained the pose where it faced outward, as though… there was a real person inside the mirror.
The corners of the lips of the Tang Luo in the mirror curled up bit by bit. At the same time, he leaned forward with a weird smile and fully pressed his face against the mirror's surface.
Ripples, like waves of water, appeared on the mirror's surface, as though someone slowly surfacing from the depths of a pool.
The Tang Luo in the mirror walked out of the mirror soundlessly.
He raised his arm and aimed it at the "I'm on the top floor admiring the scenery" Tang Luo.
When his palm was ten centimeters away from Tang Luo's back, it suddenly sped up and became a lot more forceful, shoving Tang Luo on his back violently.
And yet he didn't even budge an inch!
The incident of someone falling off from a building didn't occur.
Tang Luo didn't even look like he was about to fall forward.
The person in the mirror paused in his movements.
Tang Luo slowly looked behind him and cast a glance at him through his peripheral vision. Then, his palm went smacking toward him.
Crash!
A crisp crash later, the person in the mirror flew through the air.
Upon landing on the floor again, cracks appeared on its body. Then, it broke into pieces like a mirror.
It turned into black aura again and vanished.
"So it really is a Mirror Demon," murmured Tang Luo.
Mirror Demons, simply put, were demons that formed when mirrors merged with things like vengeful spirits and ghosts. 
Strictly speaking, they weren't actually considered demons but ghosts.
Objects such as bronze mirrors, portraits, and whatnot were considerably easier for vengeful spirits and ghosts to possess and merge with.
God of the Portrait and Demon of the Mirror were terms that the common people used when referring to ghosts like these.
Most ghosts possessed abilities such as possession, consuming the essence, energy, blood and spirit of humans, and other similar kinds of abilities.
The bat and the man who couldn't be saved in the other villa earlier were examples of this.
In the case of Mirror Demons, they possessed other kinds of special abilities too. Some powerful Mirror Demons could even create mirrors-in-mirrors and pull someone into it.
This particular Mirror Demon most likely couldn't, however.
The 'Tang Luo' in the mirror was just a reflection of the most superficial level.
Now that he had determined the identity of whatever was making mischief, things were a lot simpler from here out.
He kicked the full-length mirror in front of him. It broke into pieces and fell onto the floor. 
"It's not this one." Tang Luo walked over to another mirror.
He reached out and gave it a push.
The person in the mirror similarly reached out—outside of the mirror.
It hit against Tang Luo's palm and broke into pieces, starting from the palm all the way to the mirror too.
"That's two down."
Uncertain which of the mirrors was the main body, Tang Luo broke all the mirrors in the villa.
There was a total of seven to eight mirrors anyway, so it wouldn't take him much time and effort.
When the typical human was up against a Person in the Mirror and other similar creatures, even if they were lucky enough to survive, they would be maimed nonetheless.
But to Tang Luo, this was a piece of cake. Even another hundred of them wouldn't be able to stop him from destroying all the mirrors.
The sound of mirrors breaking resounded in the villa.
In just a few minutes, Tang Luo had broken all the mirrors.
He was left with only the one that he saw when he opened the door. Standing behind it, Tang Luo kicked at it as usual.
The mirror even knocked the candle over and put it out when it fell.
"Alright, it's all over…" A smile spread across Tang Luo's lips. "Did you think I would say that?" 
He had indeed broken all the mirrors, but the Mirror Demon wasn't dead yet.
None of these mirrors were the Mirror Demon's main body.
The mirrors had been brought here by Wang Shuishui and the others.
If the Mirror Demon's main body had been hiding in them, Wang Shuishui and the others wouldn't even have had the chance to do any filming.
Therefore, the Mirror Demon's main body was likely a mirror in the villa.
Besides, no matter how weak the Mirror Demon was, its main body wasn't something that just a light push to the floor could break. Most importantly, he hadn't received any power of virtuous merits, proving that the Mirror Demon wasn't dead yet.
Tang Luo didn't know how the Mirror Demon in the villa had come to be. He guessed that all the mirrors set up by these fellows had activated the pre-existing Mirror Demon, thereby leading to the incident of tonight.
"Let me see…"
Tang Luo raised his head and looked at the ceiling.
During his search earlier, he had basically already combed through the whole place. 
The only place he left out was above him.
As expected, an old bronze mirror slightly larger than a person's hand was hanging right above Tang Luo.
It was roughly ten centimeters away from the ceiling.
If one didn't deliberately look up and happen to shine their flashlight across it, it would be extremely difficult for anyone to discover it.
Tang Luo leaped up and reached out to grab the mirror.
At that moment, four people were squeezed out of the mirror in an instant as well. They had deathly pale faces and crimson red eyes. Their original faces were already distorted.
Tang Luo neither recognized their current selves nor knew what they used to look like.
However, he could hazard a guess based on the headcount. These were the remaining few missing people.
After switching from a grabbing stance to a palm stance instead, Tang Luo's arched fingers suddenly straightened. All five fingers spread open, and he dealt an Airy Palm Hit right out!
[1] The red candle is used in a lot of traditional ceremonies and religious worship purposes in Chinese culture


After transmigrating to the ‘Journey To The West’ as the monk Tang Seng and successfully retrieving the scriptures, Tang Luo goes into seclusion to cultivate, only to “wake up” to a completely different world.
All the gods and Buddhas in the heavens have disappeared and only the concrete jungle of towering buildings stand tall and straight around him. He has actually returned to the contemporary age!
Except that he is now a player of The Game of Gods and Demons, weaving through various mission worlds as spirits and demons run amok.
Heavily injured? Barely any vital energy in the real world for cultivation? No problem, with his trusty Jade Lotus of Virtuous Merit, all will be fine.
Follow Tang Luo the Victorious Fighting Buddha as he clears missions in the Game, meets old friends and makes new allies, and punishes evil and advocates good to earn power of virtuous merit while he tries to find out what exactly had happened back then!
Demonic aura detected!
“Step back and let Master here handle it.”
Tang Luo reveals a “kind and benevolent” smile, just like in the past.

Sitting in the Busteez dressing room, Kushina Uzumaki looked herself in the mirror as she carefully applied a layer of silvery blue eye shadow. She could feel more than hear the pulse of the music outside in the club proper where other girls working today were dancing on stage. She wouldn't be dancing today though, she was on V.I.P. duty, and had been booked for a paizuri and blowjob session.
 
She looked herself in the mirror, finishing her make-up and smiling. "Too sexy!" she said, winking at her reflection as she got up and hefted her bare tits. They felt soft and heavy, she loved that feeling as she gave them both a firm squeeze as her fingers traced circled around her large nipples until they stiffened. She then pinched and tugged on them, making her huge tits jiggle and wobble for a moment. Satisfied, Kushina reached her hands down to tug on the dark blue thong she wore, pulling the crotch tight against the folds of her pussy until she could easily see the outline of her clit against the fabric.
 
"You look great Ku-chan!" Ino said as she sat at the vanity next to the one assigned to Kushina.
 
"Thanks." she replied as she walked back to her vanity and grabbed some clear lip gloss.
 
She had just begun applying it when the blonde asked, "Got something on your mind?"
 
"Hmm, what makes you say that?" Kushina replied, dropping the lip-gloss onto the floor with a soft 'tink'.
 
"Oh nothing, you've just been a bit subdued lately is all." Ino told her as she began spreading some body glitter over her own naked tits.
 
"I have not!" Kushina protested.
 
Ino giggled, "So, what's his name? And I hope you didn't meet him through here, that never ends well."
 
Kushina could feel her cheeks getting red as she blushed and began to examine the floor. "His name is 'Not your business Ino', and no, I uh, met him through my son." she answered honestly. "There are just um, other complications."
 
"Is he hot?" Ino asked.
 
"Um, he's very handsome…"
 
"Sex good?" she pressed. Kushina nodded, "I doubt Naruto would introduce you to anyone bad, so what's the problem? Know what, nevermind, whatever it is, don't worry about it, you've got a literal second chance at life, and I can honestly count on one hand the number of people like you. So live! Worry about the minor stuff later." Ino told her as she got up and clapped a hand on her shoulder.
 
Kushina smiled, "Thanks Ino-san, I'll think about it…"
 
"No, don't think, just go for it! After your shift, go find him, have a couple drinks, and fuck the night away. I insist." she said, looking her straight in the eye, "Whatever the 'Complications', to hell with them."
 
Kushina smiled, "Thanks Ino."
 
The blonde smiled, "You're welcome," she said; giving her a friendly shove, "Now, go suck some dick!"
 
Kushina laughed, "Right." she said with a nod as she gave herself one last look in the mirror before walking out of the dressing room. Her appointment was in what everyone was calling the "Sakura Room". Fitting since the room was done up to look like an outdoor setting with cherry blossom trees in full bloom, though Sakura herself didn't care for the title. It was the first room from the V.I.P. area entrance, which for her made it the last room at the end of the hall from the dressing room.
 
She quickly walked down the hall, her blue heels clicking on the polished marble floor tiles. The door was unlocked as she knew it would be. She walked inside and smiled at the man sitting on the large plush couch in the center of the room. He had dark skin and blonde shaggy hair. She recognized him instantly as Darui, the current Raikage.
 
The redhead smiled genuinely as she walked in, swaying her hips with every step, "Raikage-sama, it's a pleasure to see you tonight." she told him.
 
"Kushina Uzumaki, right? the Lord Seventh Hokage's mother?" Darui asked as Kushina moved to kneel in front of him. He was already naked, his dick half hard and getting harder as she reached up and grabbed it in her left hand.
 
"That's right, I hope that doesn't make thing awkward for you…" she said, stroking his length until it was fully erect. He was maybe half the size of his predecessor, but that was still pretty huge, she could feel herself getting wet already as she inhaled his scent, a heady musky smell that turned her on.
 
"Not at all, I'd heard you were quite the MILF, good to see that was an understatement." Darui told her.
 
Kushina giggled as she pressed her heavy tits around his length. "Thank you," she said as she felt him reach down to grab her tits, squeezing them roughly. She moaned, loving the feel of his hand kneading her tits like so much bread dough. She looked down at the top few inches that protruded from the top of her cleavage, licking her lips before she lowered her head down and took those inches between her lips.
 
"Ooooh, yeah… That's it…" Darui groaned as he looked down at Kushina with open lust in his eyes. She smiled around his cock, bobbing her head up and down slowly, her tits squishing around his cock.
 
"MMMMMPH!! sho phick and tashtey…" she slurred, letting her tits fall away slightly as she wanted to feel more of this huge thing in her throat. "MMMMMPH!! MMMMMPH!! MMMMMPH!! MMMMMPH… 'ow doesh muh mouph pusshy pheel Garui-shama…?" she asked.
 
"Faster." he told her. Kushina was happy to oblige and moved her head up and down faster, purposefully making lewd noises with her lips and tongue.
 
"GUH!! GUH!! GUH!!! GUH!!!" she half gagged around his length. She distantly noticed at Darui's public hair wasn't blonde, wasn't that odd, she didn't take him for the type to dye his hair. It didn't matter though as she moved one hand down to rub at her clit through the fabric of her panties, which were now completely soaked. 'Fuck it,��� she thought as she gripped the crotch and pulled. The flimsy fabric tore with an audible 'snap' and her pussy made a wet sound as she dug three fingers inside herself.
 
"Mmmmmh, muh pusshyyyy… Muh pusshy ish shooo weeeeet…" she moaned, rocking her head back and forth against her fingers, her juices rubbing down her thighs as she dipped her head all the way down, deepthroating his entire length.
 
"Ahhhaaa…" Darui groaned, watching her with wide eyes as she held his length in her mouth like that for a long while. She then slowly pulled her head back, moving to mash her tits around his length again as it was withdrawn from her lips. She smiled inwardly when she felt him shudder and grunt. His cum filled her mouth, thick, hot, and abundant, she couldn't swallow it all as she lifted her mouth free and got a face full of it as he grabbed her tits again.
 
"Haahh, ahh, hahh…" Kushina panted, her mouth open, tongue rolling his cum around as he watched. "Sho mush cum��� Delishioushh…" she moaned, barely able to think as she savored the flavor of his cum for a long moment before closing her mouth and swallowing with a loud gulp.
 
"Mmmmmmh…" Darui groaned in satisfaction.
 
"Ahhhnnnn, Raikage-samaaah…" Kushina moaned as she got up, rubbing his cum into her face and tits with her hands. "Would you like to have sex now? My pussy is on fire…" she said in a pleading tone.
 
Darui shook his head, "Not what I paid for." he said as he got up and moved to retrieve his clothes. "You did wonderful, I'll be sure to leave an extra tip on my bill." he told her before he got dressed and left without another word.
 
"But…?" Kushina said as her fingers stilled rubbed at her pussy, "I'm hornyyyy…" she whimpered as Darui shut the door behind him.

It had been 6 months to Asia's engagement and 10 days left to her wedding. Chohan house was abuzz with wedding preparations. Asia's nervousness and excitement were on the next level. She stood in front of her floor-length mirror admiring herself wearing her Sabyasachi bridal dress which had been delivered just now and she couldn't stop herself from trying it on even though she tried it in the studio an hour earlier. It fit perfectly like a globe. 
It was a red heavily embellished velvet lehenga, choli and chiffon dupatta. There was a bewitching floral pattern that ran throughout her dress. The red was like clotted blood. Deep red. But not exactly maroon. 
Her Polki diamond and her beautiful dress looked amazing on her. She felt like a queen. She didn't want to take off the dress but she had to. Because she had to reach her pre-wedding shoot's location in 3 hours. Her make up artist and hairdresser was to arrive in 15 minutes so she forced herself out of the dress and get into the attire for today's shoot. 
It was a beautiful floor floor-length magenta-coloured organza gown which she paired emerald earrings and bracelet. She had decided to wear the classic Guiseppe Zanotti gold snake shoes but since those shoes lifted you six inches above the ground she let the experience for later and her silk sandals for now. 
It took less than 15 minutes for her to get dressed so she sat quietly in front of her dressing table starting at her face. Oddly enough, she felt as if she was staring at an alien. Like same body but a different soul in a creepy sort of way. 
She got an itch to shatter the glass to pieces which she tried to hold herself from by grinding her teeth and clenching her fists. 
The long acrylics that she had gotten especially for her photoshoot were digging up wells of blood in her palms. Her jaw hurt as she bit ground her tongue between her teeth. The taste of iron riddled her mouth and blood from her hands trickled down to the floor making beautiful noises of pitter-patter! Sounding exactly like monsoon rain but instead of water it was of blood! it calmed her senses, the sound felt like music to her ears. So she decided to add more fuel to the bitter patter. She brought her hand to her face and licked off the blood clean! Tasted like strawberry Jelly. She robotically grabbed her half-empty Gucci Guilty perfume bottle and smashed it against the dressing table mirror. She then grabbed one of the shards in her hand and squeezed it as tightly as possible. The pain that she was feeling was not worthy of recognition to her. She wanted to cause herself more pain so she took that very same shard into her mouth and tried to swallow it. The pain and blood loss probably broke her connection from the psychotic actions she was performing and she came to term with the pain that she was feeling. She fell to the floor in a puddle of blood. She felt sticky and unclean. Her blood smelt like rotten fish and the room ceiling looked like a spinners finest ball. 
She asked herself as to why she did it? Why did she hurt herself? But there was a seep echoing silence ringing back to her question. She didn't have the physical strength to walk up to her phone that was on her bed 1 foot away let alone the door. At that moment she knew that her wedding would be delayed because there is no way that her throat and hands would heal within 10 days.
Not even in the slightest did the idea that she could die because of the blood loss or maybe the shard can slice up her pharync, larynx or even the aorta, crossed her mind.
As she was slowly losing the remaining connection that was left with sanity. She could see herself spinning on the dance floor wearing her red Sabyasachi dress similar to the blood she was muddled in. 


Inspired by real events
"Mama, I don't want to drink water. It's already so late if I drink water then I'll have to get up again to pee."

"Okay then at least keep this glass by your bedside I don't want to go all the way back to the kitchen to put the glass away," Mama said, a little too angrily.

Asia was taken aback by the harsh tone. Also, weirdly. Her mother looked very strange. She looked unfamiliar in an eerie manner. Asia couldn't exactly put a finger on what was wrong but there was something, for sure.

She, hesitantly, took the glass of water and gulped it down. As she was drinking something, that felt like a snake, the glass caught her tongue and started pulling her tongue down. She dropped the glass to the floor and started screaming and tugging at her tongue. A blood-curdling scream left her mouth. The pain she that was feeling was none like any other she had ever felt. Her mind started to get numb. She wailed and cried but Mama stood there, smiling a bit, not even moving an inch to help her.

All of a sudden, she felt footsteps approaching maybe it was her brother that has came to help her, she looked towards the left to see that her brother and her mother were running towards her, she looked towards her right, stunned and scared to find that where her mother was previously standing, there was no one. She stopped feeling the snake tugging at her tongue. She looked at her hands, felt her face and looked down at the floor where she had thrown the glass but there were no shards of glasses which should've been there.


That wasn't the first time. Asia Chohan had been seeing strange things ever since she took a hold of this new "money". Not only her, but her entire family had been experiencing surreal events that could only happen in their heads... except that it's not. Or are they? Add to your library to find out. 

Asia had become a money-hungry, self-serving, ruthless girl after suffering from a troubled childhood. The new money that her family acquired her and her family. But with new money, come new problems. She and her family are seeing, imagining and actively participating in things that are apparently not real. Slowly but surely, the selfish family loses its mind. One after the other bad things, annoying situations start breeding and prospering. 
ho is the mastermind behind the destruction of the Chohan family? And is there a bone of kindness that might help them to save themselves or are they just made dark filthy evil hood?



Leona gently removes the soaked nightgown from her body with a grimace; dropping it in the laundry basket. She walks over to the sink, a hand covering her mouth as she yawns. She looks into the mirror, staring at her tired face and disarrayed hair. 

 

With a grunt, she grabs the vial containing a mint green potion, meant for cleaning the mouth. She sips some, washing her mouth with it. She seals the vial back, dropping it back in its position on the sink. 

 

Still sloshing her mouth with the minty liquid, she stares into the mirror, gaze focused on her eyes. She pauses in her activity and leans forward. Her eyes flashes a fiery orange for a second and she reels back in surprise. She blinks, eyebrows shooting up. She leans forward again, expecting to see the flash of orange again, but it never comes. 

 

“Hn.” She gives a grunt before sloshing the liquid in her mouth for a moment and throws the content in her mouth down into the sink when she finishes. 

 

Leona grabs another vial, this one’s liquid clear and transparent. She uncocks it and takes a sip. She throws her head back a little and proceeds in rinsing her mouth. She spits the liquid out once she’s done. 

 

Leona opens a golden tap, fetching a palm full of water and rinsing her mouth once again; riding her mouth of the minty taste. Once done, she pours water around the sink, washing down any residual of the potions. She ties her braided hair up, grabs a thick net and covers her head with it. 

 

With one last glance at the mirror, Leona walks over to the bath tub. 

 

She fills the tub with hot water, grabs the soap vial and her sponge before getting in. She ensures that she scrubs her body free of dirty, being carefully not to scrub too hard and irritate. Once she feels that she has washed her body adequately enough, she drains the soapy water. She fills the tub again with hot water, grabbing a vial from the corner and pouring the usual amount of jasmine scented potion meant to take care of her skin. 

 

Seeing as her skin has a… disagreement with creams, Leona options to use bath oil potions. She submerges her body into the tub, her face tipped back. She heaves a pleased sigh, closing her eyes. 

 

Leona stays in the water for ten minutes, allowing the potion to be adsorbed into her skin. Her mind is running through a thousand questions. 

 

What was that dream she had? Was it real? Did her mother really appear to her? These and many others. 

 

She sighs, opening her eyes slowing. Leona goes wide eyes as she notices how the room is filled with steam. She jerks upright, water sloshing over the tub as a result. She looks down and gives a surprise yelp. 

 

The water she’s currently in is boiling. Literally. 

 

It’s like someone placed a stove under her and set the intensity of the flame to the max. 

 

Leona jumps out of the tub, splashing water on the tiled floor. She slips but hurriedly grabs hold of the edge of the tub before she could fall on her ass – or worse, on her face. She rights herself, carefully moving away from the tub. She stares in bewilderment as the water stops boiling, coming to a stop. 

 

Suddenly, she hears a sizzling sound, as if water is being dropped on a hot surface. She raises her arms and looks down at them, then her body with wide eyes. 

 

She hurries to the huge mirror at one end of the room, making sure to be careful not to slip. Her eyes go wider as she looks at her form, her mouth gaping in shock. 

 

The water on her body is drying up, steam rising up into the air. The net on her hair is releasing smoke, and she plucks it from her head. She throws the net down on the floor and starts stomping on it. Her braided hair falls down, showing its newly crimson glory. 

 

“The hell?!” 

 

Leona take some steps back, hands moving from her face to her head. She then moves forward, looking closely into the mirror. 

 

Her eyes are orange again… the same orange her mother in her dreams had. She takes a glance at the floor, freezing when she sees her feet. 

 

They… they are on fire. Literal fire. 

 

What. The Fuck? 

 

“This… this is just a dream.” She whispers. She moves back, her head in her hands. “This is just an illusion. An illusion.” She squeezes her eyes shut, hands gripping her face tightly. “Wake up. Snap out of it. Wake up.” 

 

Leona stays like that for two minutes, breathing heavily. Taking a leap of fate, she opens her eyes, peaking down through her fingers. Her eyes settle on her feet and she gasps when she sees that they are back to normal. Her head snaps up, her eyes locked on the mirror. 

 

To her relief, she isn’t in flames anymore. Her hair is back to its dark shade, and her eyes are back to their usual color. Her shoulders slumps in relief and her lungs heaves a relieved sigh. 

 

“What is happening?” She whispers out shakenly. 

 

Leona steps forward again, eyes sizing her body in the mirror. 

 

Everything is back to normal. The only thing that indicated that what just happened wasn’t an illusion are the black footprints tared on the tiles; and the slightly burnt cap. 

 

“I have to tell them. I have to inform them.” 

 

Leona hurries over to the towel rack, grabbing a head and body towel. She ties them respectively before hurrying over to the door. 

 

Upon grabbing the door handle, she pauses. Her lips turns downward into a frown, her face taking up a contemplatively expression. 

 

Since she announced her betrothal to them, Raemon and Liliane have been worried about her. Then her usual nightly fever becomes a day and night event, making them even more worried. 

 

Informing them about what just took place is like signing a death warrant. 

 

When it comes to her, those two become mother hens with a snap of a finger and they will keep an eye on her every second of the day if they see something wrong with her. 

 

They are good at that, just like how they are good at killing. 

 

Leona shivers at the thought of their reaction. 

 

Nope. 

 

She shakes her head, steeping away from the door. 

 

‘I’ll visit the royal library today and do a research. Better to find evidence that I am not cursed or dying before telling them. At least, that will put them at ease and save me a load of trouble.’ Leona sweat drops. 

 

Seriously, those two… 

 

Leona snorts, rolling her eyes in fond exasperation. She turns back, looking at the mess the bathroom was in. 

 

The water on the floor can be easily explained along with the broken vials, but the charred footprints: those are the problem. 

 

Leona stares intently at the spot, lips pursed. An idea came into her head and she makes a quick work of executing it. 

 

She grabs a few vials of clear potion, making note of them, and she pours them onto the prints. Using the damaged cotton net, she scrubs the floor with all her strength – going to the still filled tub to rinse it and going back again to scrub at them. 

 

After a few minutes of hard scrubbing, Leona stops and looks at her work. 

 

The burn has been cleaned to an acceptable level and she sighs in relief. She grabs the empty vials and disposes them – along with the damaged net – into the waste basket. She walks over to the tub and opens the golden tap and rinses her hands before draining it. 

 

Her eyes catches the sight of the broken vials and she purses her lips in dissatisfaction. 

 

Looks like she is going shopping. Again. 

 

With a groan, she walks away, heading for the door. “Alfaenia will deal with the rest.” She bats her hand dismissively. 

 

Leona doesn’t waste much time in getting dressed. She chooses a simple, V necked purple dress that’s off-shoulders. It has net sleeves that ends at her elbows and having a beautiful net design on the chest. The dress also has well-hidden pockets. 

 

She plasters the Illusion Seal – made specially for her by Liliane - on her back, watching in amazement as her tattoo and the seal disappears, leaving only clear honey skin. 

 

She loses her braid, brushing her recently cut hair – which was formally hip length and now reaches her mid-back length – gently. Once done with taking care of her smooth and silky hair, she rubs a little powder before applying a clear lips moisturizer. 

 

She reaches into her jewelry drawer and grabs her black ruby earrings and her sliver necklace. She wears them in record time, as well as her two rings on each of her ring fingers. She walks over to the full length mirror and takes in her appearance. 

 

“Well, this should do.” She nods, giving a small twirl. A knock on her door makes her divert her attention from the mirror. 

 

“Young Mistress?” 

 

“Just a moment.” She says. She looks at herself once again before walking away. 

 

“Good morning, Young mistress,” is the first thing she hears as she opens the door. 

 

“Good morning, Alfaenia.” She greets, a small smile on her lips. 

 

“How was your night?” 

 

“…eventful.” 

 

Alfaenia arches an eyebrow. “And your morning?” 

 

“…disastrous.” 

 

This gets Alfaenia’s eyebrows shooting up before coming down into a frown. 

 

“Is anything the matter?” 

 

Leona pinches the bridge of her nose, batting her hand dismissively. “Just had a slight accident in the bathroom, that’s all. I slipped, knocking down some vials.” 

 

“Are you hurt?” Alfaenia moves forward, eyes staring at Leona intently. 

 

“I’m perfectly fine.” Leona bats the air. “Although, I couldn’t clean up the broken glass and water on the floor. It’s… pretty messy.” She grimaces. 

 

“Do not worry. It will be taken care of.” 

 

Leona gives a thankful nod. “Thank you.” 

 

The two of them make their way over to the grand stairs in silence. The reach there in no time, and waiting for them down was Raemon and Liliane. 

 

“You missed breakfast,” is Liliane’s first words. “Marbethta and Caelum have already left. You do remember that the meeting starts at nine and it’s already 7:25 right?” She cocks an eyebrow. 

 

“I apologize. Something came up.” Leona says, slowly and carefully walking down to meet them. 

 

Something? Raemon signs, a brow arching a little. Currently, he can neither hear no talk, having not taken his potions. He focuses on their lips, making sure that Liliane is in an open spot. 

 

“The young mistress had a small accident, Master Raemon.” Alfaenia replies, dutifully following behind Leona. Although she might not know what Raemon is signing, she has a good guess of what he’s asking. 

 

“Accident?” Liliane takes a step forward in alarm. 

 

“I slipped. In the bathroom.” 

 

Are you hurt? Raemon squints lightly at her while Liliane takes another step forward. 

 

“I’m fine you two.” Leona rolls her eyes in exasperation, making her way to stand before them. 

 

The two adults squint heavily, sizing her up from head to toe, looking for any signs of pain or injuries. 

 

Upon reaching them, Leona blinks, eyebrows shooting up. 

 

“What in Helma’s name are you both wearing?” She asks with a scandalized voice, staring indignantly at her siblings. 

 

Clothes. Raemon signs. The blank look on his face makes Leona sigh in exasperation. 

 

Raemon has on his Assassin battle suit and gear. The black body suit clings to his toned body like a second skin, leaving no room for the imagination. He has everything on, even his mask and scarf! It’s like he’s going on an official mission or something! 

 

Oh, let’s not get started with Liliane. The woman wore her combat clothes; a black short – that starts from the pelvis and ends under her butt cheeks, has a little navy blue cloth hanging in front that reaches her thighs – that is being held by a belt; a black tight, sleeveless short top that end a few inches under her breasts, showing off her toned stomach; dark blue thigh high socks, heeled combat boots and leather bracers on. 

 

Raemon and Liliane both have edametalim metal incorporated in their outfits; be it on their clothes or shoes. 

 

These two were simply ready for war. 

 

Leona pinches the bridge of her nose, her other arm folded. “You guys…” She sighs. “We are going to a meeting, not a battle.” 

 

“Hn.” Liliane shrugs. “You might never know who’s simply begging to join their ancestors.” She gives a sharp grin, making Leona groan. 

 

“Can you both, just please, change into formal clothes? Please.” 

 

Leona stares up at them with an unimpressed and blank look, eyes narrowed and promising retribution if they don’t obey her. The two adults inwardly sweat drops. 

 

Although she has no magik or mana core, Leona is emitting a deadly aura; an aura they couldn’t ignore. Every day, Leona is beginning to look like Adriane. Right now, the resemblance is uncanny. 

 

Deciding that they have had enough of her stare, the two adults acquiesce with an amused expression. 

 

“Fine.” Liliane huffs, the corner of her lips tilting into a smile. “No need to get your panties in twist, little sis.” 

 

Liliane raises her hand and spins a finger in the air. Above her, a green circle with sigils forms and them descends on her. As it goes down, her hair and clothes changes. Once it reaches the ground, it shimmers out of existence. 

 

“Is this formal enough?” Liliane asks, hip cocked and a hand on it. 

 

No longer is she wearing her combat clothes. She now wore a green, knee length Hong-Longian dress, which is split on both sides from her hips down. The dress is sleeveless, showing her toned biceps which bore two gold bands. It is high necked and has an open chest area which shows part of her ample busts. Although the dress clings to her body like a second skin, it is still flexible. It acts more like a body suit, suiting her acrobatic and rapid assault fighting style. She also has on red high thigh sockings with straps, which ends inches away from her ankles, leaving bare her feet; and sliver heeled sandals. To top it all up, she wore fingerless gloves that ends a few inches from her elbows. Her box braided dark brown hair is now up in a high ponytail – some of the box braided locks down on her face. 

 

Leona nods curtly in reply before turning over to Raemon, looking at him pointedly. 

 

The olive skin Assassin gives a silent sigh before he too changes his attire. 

 

Raemon’s clothes seems to dissolve like smoke. The smoke twists and surrounds his body from his head to toe. When the smoke disperses, Raemon is dressed differently. No longer is he wearing his work clothes – instead, he wore a black turtle shirt – it sleeves reaches his biceps and clinging to his body like a second skin; black trousers and equally black boots. The amount of black on him makes both of his sisters to sweat drop. His shoulder length, curly ash grey hair is still in its usual bun, exposing his shaved back head. The bun is held in place by two black metal hair sticks, which have precious stones dangling from gold wires. The sight of them and the earring on his ear makes both women to go soft eyed. 

 

“Jacket.” Leona says, soft gaze boring into him. 

 

The adult gives a small roll of his eyes before magiking a short grey leather jacket – baring the symbol of the Sanguine clan on his back. 

 

“Better.” Leona nods, a pleased smile on her face. Her siblings huffs silently. 

 

“Here, your supreme overlordness.” Liliane says as she materializes a tied lunch box. “I packed some food for you. You can eat on the way.” 

 

The three make their way outside, a carriage already waiting for them. 

 

Leona walks over to the Gaionleus, a soft smile on her face. 

 

“Hey, Pae.” She greets, getting a huff back. “So, you’re the one taking me to the palace, huh?” 

 

She raises a hand, waiting for him to sniff. Once he did, and deciding that she’s of no danger to him and also recognizing her familiar scent, he bumps his nose in her hand – getting a grin from her. 

 

Leona softly caresses the creature’s face, getting a pleased noise from him. “Please take of me.” The Gaionleus huffs, making her grin to stretch. 

 

With a last pat on his beak, she walks away and heads back to the carriage. 

 

“Lady Leona?” 

 

The timid voice of Reyuu, the bird keeping girl, calls out. All heads turn to her, making the poor girl to shrink under their gaze. 

 

“Yes?” Leona turns fully to face her, her leg still on the first steps of the carriage. 

 

“Um, you- you have a letter.” She raises up three, small, folded parchments, eyes avoiding the trio. 

 

“Three?” Liliane asks, cocking a surprised eyebrow. 

 

“Um, a-actually, they are meant for the three of you.” Reyuu stutters out. The teen proceeds in passing the missives to each respectful recipient. 

 

Leona looks down at hers, blinking owlishly when she sees the Blackwater insignia. 

 

This is strange. Neither Aeron nor she makes use of their official family insignia. So for this to come in instead of their usual friendly missives, it makes her to frown in confusion. 

 

“Thank you.” Leona says, making the girls eyes to widen in surprise. The young girl gives a deep bow before hurrying away. 

 

Leona continues her journey up the carriage, putting the letter in a pocket. She pauses once more to say goodbye to Alfaenia. 

 

“Have a safe ride, Young Mistress, Lady Liliane, Master Raemon.” The woman, along with four others at her back, bows to the retreating forms of the trio. 

 

The three take a seat in the carriage, the doors closing automatically. With a crack of the reigns, the Gaionleus takes off into a run, wings spreading out, before taking into the air.

When Leona woke up that morning, she expected it to be like every normal day. The same old, same old. But Fate and the gods decided to place their bets on her sanity. 

A surprise marriage betrothal between her and the new heir in town opens a whole can of worms for the heiress to the Vermilion House.

Magick, fire, death and duty all come crashing into her life and with it her sanity tilts to the edge.

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WARNING: This book contains gore, blood and death. Also, as this is edited by me, there will be quite a few grammatical error here and there. I apologize lol.

Kyle yawned as he woked up, after that he checked his adoptive mother and aunt if they're still sleeping. When he did, he saw Anna hugging him like a body pillow while Alice did the same. 

Then he saw Anna trailing her hands down. He followed her hands and his body shuddered. 'She's moving her hands to my morning wood!' He shouted in his mind. 

Kyle gently moved Anna's hand away, he then sighed in relief. After that, he gently removed himself from the sisters' hugs preparing to leave the bed. 

"Nnh."

"Hmn."

The twin sister groaned and they opened their eyes. You could see that they're still a bit sleepy. But when they saw Kyle looked at them with surprise, their eyes opened realization that they're sleeping with someone. They closed their eyes for a bit to recall what happened last night and to clear their mind from murkiness. After a few seconds, they smiled and greeted Kyle in good morning.

"Good morning Kyle."

"Good morning Kyle."

Kyle also smiled and greeted back his adoptive mother and aunt. "Good morning too."

After that, Alice and Anna started to get off from the bed and when they did they saw Kyle's morning wood as they blushed. 

'So big...' The twin sister thought. It's their first time seeing someone's hard shaft and it's their adopted son/nephew at that so they blushed in shame for looking at it.

When Kyle followed their gaze, his body froze. His instinct told him that he should quickly pull up the blanket to cover his morning wood and so he did.

"I'm sorry, this kind of thing naturally occurs for every male every morning." Kyle awkwardly explained. 

The adoptive mother and aunt duo broke out of their stupor as they're looking at his morning wood when Kyle spoke to them. 

"I know, it's just that my first time to see a morning wood so I'm a bit surprised." Alice replied. 

'And yours is big too.' She also added that in her mind.

Anna nodded at her sister's words. The twin sister then got off the bed and went to the restroom to wash their face.

Kyle sighed with relief when his adoptive mother and aunt didn't call him a pervert, scum or whatever word related to that.

Later that time, Kyle was finally okay so the nurse said that he could go home. The nurse was particularly a smoking hot babe that's why he noted her name deep inside his mind, never to forget it.

When Kyle and his adoptive mother and got home. The twin sister immediately took a bath while Kyle cooked for food. They started to eat afterwards.

Their house was three storeys tall, the third floor was where Anna and Alice's bedroom located while Kyle's room was on the second floor. The dining room, living room and kitchen are located on the first floor and their basement was filled with expensive wine that the twin sister collected. They're the only people who live in that house so it's a little bit big for them.

Kyle went to his bedroom after brushing when they finished eating. Kyle's room had a queen-sized bed, a wardrobe, a computer set and a full body mirror. His room is also plastered with various anime artworks.

He went to the full-length mirror and checked his body.

"Hmm? I drank the body cleansing potion, but I can't see any change at all?" Kyle muttered as he touched his face.

[It's because the potion used all of its contents to barely cleanse your body removing the poison at that time. So you need to drink another body cleansing potion if you want to know the changes.] Luxuria answered his doubts.

"I see." Kyle nodded in understanding. The fight last time made him use his two skills so his originally 490 coins were decreased by 200. Now, he has only 290 coins left. Thinking that, he immediately purchased a body cleansing potion leaving him with only 240 coins at his disposal.

Kyle looked at the potion and examined it. The potion was colored white, it had also a milky-like texture and it is emitting a translucent light like a divine milk that gods drink in the legends. 

'It's like a breastmilk' Kyle thought and started drinking it not even living a drop behind.

*Gulp* *Gulp* *Gulp*

"Koo-hoo, this potion tastes delicious!" Kyle exclaimed in surprise. The last time he drank the body cleansing potion, his focus was completely in the pain so he forgot how the potion tastes like.

"If this drink was placed in the market this would surely shake it to its core." Kyle mumbled.

After a few seconds, his body started to sweat a lot. His sweat is not like the normal sweat, but an ink-like viscous liquid. Also, it smells terribly bad like a man if he swam in a septic tank full of excrements. Yikes!

Kyle sniffed at the thick black gooey liquid. As he did that, he nearly vomits in disgust. 

"Blergh! fuck, did I just swam in a septic tank full of shits?" Kyle exclaimed as he looked at the gooey liquid in disgust and he immediately went to the bathroom on the second floor.

After that, he immediately took a bath and cleaned his body like mad. Normally, it would just take him 10 minutes or so to finishing bathing, but now he could even rival a woman when taking a bath.

God knows how many minutes have passed and Kyle finally exited the bathroom. He then went to his room and checked his body looking at the full-length mirror.

"Woah, is this really me?" Kyle mumbled as he looked at the mirror.

His face looked a little bit more handsome compared to his previous average face and his ruby-like eyes gleamed with seductive light making any woman get sucked willingly inside if they looked at it. His blonde hair also looks smoother and fairer. He had a 180cm height and light tan complexion and he also had chiselled six-pack abs. His physique resembled evil Eren's from AoT a lot.

(A/N: Evil Eren is the best Eren, change my mind.)

If in the past he could only let himself get slapped by celebrities in terms of beauty, now, he had the face to defend himself from being slapped. Also, if any woman saw him when they walked together, they would look at him twice and nod in appreciation.

Let me guys tell you a secret, 

Would you believe me if I said that I was summoned by the Goddess of Lust and Beauty and took her first time?

Would you believe me if I said that after taking her chastity I received a system called 'Sex System?'

Lastly, would you believe me if I said that I'm a Dual System user?

If you believe me, then watch me as I conquer all the beauties around the world!

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Author's Note:
1. English is the 3rd languange that I learned so this story would have grammatical error. If you are fine with it, then good. If not, this novel would not be your cup of tea. 

2. I know my writing quality is meh so in the upcoming chapters I'll try my best to improve it.

3. This story has many flaws, so if you can't bear with it I'm sorry.


After Briana closed the door to the secret room, angry tears slid slowly down her cheeks as she leaned against the heavy door. There was no one else in the room, so she gave in to exhaustion and stress that gripped her. She slid slowly to the floor and let hot tears slide down her cheeks and onto the floor. She let the hopelessness she felt crash down on her - an avalanche of emotions that threatened to engulf and devour her life. At that moment, she thought, let the angry avalanche have me. She succumbed to it. 
After an undetermined length of time-to Briana an eternity-she finally pulled herself to her feet. Her legs were wobbly, her feet felt like mush beneath her, and her head was spinning from exhaustion.  Somehow, she managed to drag herself to the huge canopy bed and threw herself onto it, letting grief envelope her and the tears flow. Sometime in the process, she felt her eyelids close, and the darkness take her. But, before she drifted to sleep, her last thoughts were of Seth-his beautiful face, his trusting eyes the color of warm chocolate, his coffee colored hair falling lazily over one eye ... 
"Princess, wake up, my dear, times a wastin' ..." 
"Tessa," Briana mumbled angrily under her breath. The woman from hell; from my own personal hell. Briana knew that her first order of business when she became queen- besides killing Dracon, of course - would be to fire that wretched woman. 
"Yes, my dear. I'm glad you remembered! Time to get up, princess!" Tessa said happily as she flung open the heavy wooden shudders, letting the sunlight quickly replace the darkness within every corner of the room. 
Briana felt groggy, as if she had spent the night before drinking ale, although it had never touched her lips. Her head hurt, literally pounded, from the stress of the night before. Slowly, Briana regained consciousness as the realization slowly dawned on her. "I thought I told you never to come in here like a whirlwind."
Tessa thought for a moment, unmoved. "You are quite right, my dear," she said, and then lowered her voice to a mere whisper. "Time to get up, my princess."
"It's hopeless," Briana mumbled to herself under her breath, rising in the bed, and reaching for her robe. "What is it now, Tessa?"
Tessa's voice returned to normal, forgetting all about the warning and pretense. "I have a surprise for you, miss!" Tessa said it as if it was a joyful thing, something special; like it was her birthday. 
Briana groaned and fell back onto the bed. 
"I brought your wedding dress, my dear!" Tessa was beside herself with excitement. 
Briana opened one eye and looked in Tessa's direction. Briana was almost blinded as the sunlight glared conspicuously from a pile of white silk that Ellie was holding carefully. Ellie looked apologetic as her eyes met Briana's. 
Briana shook her head. Feeling defeat, she quickly snatched up the silk robe from the foot of the bed. 
Tessa saw the anger radiating from Briana and began babbling, pretending not to notice. "I just finished it this morning. I worked all through the night. It took me three days to sew; I've been working day and night to finish it on time. You will be the most beautiful bride this kingdom has ever seen ..." Tessa's voice slid slowly into the background as Briana tried to tune it out. 
"I'm sure it will be fine," Briana said dismissively, sliding the robe onto her shoulders and cinching it around the waist. 
"Come, my lady, let us have a look see, shall we?" Tessa persisted. A moment later, she unfurled the layers of silk and organza. It took both Ellie and Tessa to hold the dress in a manner suitable for inspection. They stretched out rows and rows of silk, careful not to let it touch the floor. 
Although Briana had no intention of going through with the wedding, she didn't want to make Tessa's life any harder that it already was either. "Tessa, let us get this over with," Briana breathed, slipping the robe from her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. 
Tessa's face was filled with unabashed glee as she instructed Ellie to help her hold the dress open for Briana to step into. Tessa fastened the rows of tiny buttons from the neckline to her waist with a button hook, as well as the buttons that cinched the sleeves. The dress had a high collar, very fitted, that plunged into a low neckline, revealing the right amount of cleavage. The bodice was fitted down to the waist then exploded into an abundance of silk over organza, which fell to the floor. There was a train approximately five feet long that trailed in a silk puddle behind her. The sleeves were exquisite sheer lace, revealing her pale flesh the whole length of her arms. The dress fit like a glove. 
Briana thought that if the purpose for the dress was not to marry Dracon, it would have been a beautiful dress. But under the circumstances, she could not appreciate its exquisiteness. It was a flashing reminder of Dracon's despicable intentions. 
"Now ... is that not lovely, my dear?" Tessa crooned as she hooked the last of the buttons on Briana's sleeve around her wrist. "You will make a lovely bride and an exquisite queen. Now for your hair ..." Tess continued as she piled Briana's hair up high upon her head. 
That was when Briana had enough. "Now that you have had your fitting, help me to get out of this thing." Briana pulled at the buttons on the sleeve. 
"Do you not like it, my dear?" Tessa's voice sounded as if she was hurt, but her eyes told Briana that it was just a ploy. 
Briana let out a huge breath, exasperated, feeling defeat at the hands of this woman. "Yes, it is lovely, but do not expect me to like it. I have no intentions of wearing it to marry Dracon. I will not be wearing it long."
"Princess ..." Tessa's voice and slight smile read something into Briana's words that was not there. 
"Enough!" Briana bellowed back, catching the woman's hidden meaning. 
"Yes, my lady." Tessa lowered her head sheepishly, unashamed. "But before you take it off, might I suggest you have a look in the looking glass?" Tessa was already motioning to Ellie, who moved the floor-length mirror in front of her before Briana could object. 
In the mirror, Briana was surprised at how lovely and exquisite the dress really was. As she took in the flawless white silk, the detail of the dress, the exquisite lace, Briana couldn't help but wish she was wearing it for Seth instead of for Dracon. She just hoped that Seth and Colin would rescue her in time. 



Theresa Oliver is an author of clean contemporary romance, clean historical romance, young adult, middle grades, and children's picture books. Theresa is the author of the Christmas Cove series, the Whiskey River Brides series with Hot Tree Publishing, and much more. She lives in Florida with her husband, children, a persnickety cat, and a very bossy dog.

Seth Roberts is a typical teenager, that is, until his mother sends him to St. John’s, Newfoundland, Canada, to visit his Great Uncle Herman. In St. John’s, Seth discovers that Herman is a wizard, in fact, the son of Merlin himself. Soon, Herman asks Seth if he would like to go on an adventure and he quickly agrees. With the help of a strange medallion, Herman sends Seth back in time to the year 1128 A.D. to Cambria, a village founded by Tristan, one of the Knights of Author’s Round Table. In Cambria, he discovers his true potential, family secrets, and love. Seth soon finds himself on the adventure of a lifetime as he races to save Briana, the queen of Cambia, and Cambria itself.

"Mmm..your pussy is already wet baby," he fairly groaned as he felt her pulse around his cock. "It knows who owns it, even if you don't," his words harsh as he slid his cock out until just the head was left inside her and with another forceful thrust he again slammed himself inside of her wet cunt. 
Tears filled her eyes as he fucked her, her body responding to him even though she did not wish to. Well, that was a lie. She had wanted him the second she had seen him, but she also wanted to be faithful to her fiancée. He wasn't going to allow that, however.
"Look in the mirrors Jana...watch me fuck you. Remember just who fucking owns you," he growled out, further evidence of his anger as he continued to fuck her good and hard, his cock pounding into her pussy repeatedly.
The tears that had filled her eyes spilled over as she saw them in the mirror, the white wedding dress she intended to wear at her wedding to another man framing his cock as it slammed into her. In spite of her despair she moaned, unable to stop herself from responding to him. 
Gripping her other thigh he hoisted her in his grip and forced her legs to wrap around his waist, his hands sliding beneath the skirt to cup her ass in his hands, supporting her weight without once stopping his assault on her sweet pussy.
"After this you will never again deny me, will you?" A thrust that was harder than the others filling her as though to punctuate his words. "You are my little slut Jana, and no man will ever change that."
The new position allowed him to fuck her harder, deeper, and his hips moved with demonic stamina as he sank his length into her, grinding himself against her wet slit as though to ruin her pussy for any man who might come after him. Her eyes closed tightly, the tears still falling as she shook her head. "Please no," she begged; her words falling on deaf ears as his cock continued to claim her.
Leaning forward he pressed his lips to her own, his tongue forcefully parting her lips so he could ravage her mouth, not stopping until he had tasted her fully. "Mm you still taste good baby," he murmured against her lips, his own beginning to trail a path down her neck to her collar bone. 
Releasing her right thigh he used his hand to unzip her dress in the back, allowing it to fall down her torso and reveal her tits beneath it, the silk of the thin corset she wore beneath roughly pushed aside. Dipping his head he claimed her left nipple with his teeth, tugging roughly on it before laving it with his tongue.
In spite of her resolve she began to moan, her body moving wantonly against his as she arched her hips into the thrust of his cock, her thighs parting wider to accept more of his hard length inside of her. Releasing her nipple with a wet pop he switched to the other one, his tongue licking at the taut flesh as he chewed gently on the sensitive nub.
"Say it Janarra," he growled against her flesh. "Tell me you belong to me. Tell me you are my little slut."
Her head shook frantically. Her body might give in but she did not want to say those words. She had some idealistic notion that monogamy was the better path and was determined to stay faithful to her intended. Or at least, she had been. Her refusal brought an almost violent growl to his lips as he raised his head, his anger apparent in his eyes.
Pulling from her he forced her feet to the floor, his grip hauling her to stand in front of him, his body turning so that her back was pressed to his chest. In front of them was another wall length mirror, their image reflected perfectly, her voluminous white gown nearly hiding his legs. As she watched in the mirror he again raised her skirts, his hands sliding along the smooth skin of her hips as the image of him forcibly manhandling her reflected back to them.
Without warning he forced her to her knees, his body lowering to kneel behind her. In spite of the tears that streamed down her cheeks he could see the raw desire and need in her eyes. She wanted him, in spite of herself.
"You will remember who you belong to, Jana," he growled, his hands gathering the dress up and yanking it over her head to drop it to the floor in a heap as though it were garbage. She was now clad in nothing but the white satin corset which hung half off of her breasts, the white satin garter and white silk stockings. Pearls draped about her neck and hung down between her breasts, her wedding finery truly beautiful, and now a showcase for his domination of her.
His eyes locked with hers in the mirror as his right hand slid down her silken skin to nestle between her thighs, his left arm looping around her torso beneath her tits, holding her upright as his knee pushed her thighs apart. Just as his fingers parted the folds of her pussy to rub teasingly against her clit he pressed his hips forward, his cock sliding deeply inside of her from behind. 
She moaned despite her best efforts to remain unaffected, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder. With a harsh jerk he forced her head to lift, forced her eyes to open and watch as he fucked her. She wasn't going to miss a second of this.
Her wetness coated his fingers, the sound of his cock filling her tight pussy mingled with her moans as they grew in volume, now spilling from her lips with no resistance; uncontrollably. Her hips began to move, pressing back against him as she tried to take him deeper, harder, her body wantonly responding to his as it silently begged him to fuck her.
"Beg me Jana...beg me to let you cum."
His fingers continued to tease her clit, rolling the sensitive nub of flesh between his fingertips, the slick digits caressing the soft folds of her slit as he pounded his cock deep inside of her. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, trying to refuse her body, to resist his demand that she beg. 
His hips gained speed, sliding his cock into her faster as he leaned her forward slightly with his left arm. The new position kept her upright but bent her forward at a slight angle so he could gain force, sliding into her deeper and faster then before. Her cries soon became screams. The sounds of surrender.
"Yes! Please, I'm begging, let me cum, please..." Her words a near sob as she begged for her release.
"Good girl," He growled, his fingers gaining speed as he rubbed her clit, teasing her even as his cock continued to fill her pussy.
Soon her body was tensing in his arms, a scream tearing from her lips as her hips began to jerk back against him, her pussy milking his cock as it clenched around his length. Her orgasm sent him spiraling into his own and with a final growl he came, his release filling her and as always, reminding her that she was his and his alone.
For a long moment he was still against her, her slumped body held to his as peace returned to their forms. Eventually he slid from her and rising to his feet he pulled her to her own. Turning her to face him his head lowered to press a hard, demanding kiss to the soft folds of her lips.
"I'll see you on your wedding night," he whispered before turning and departing, leaving her surrounded by her destroyed wedding finery.
It was a hard lesson, but she now knew the folly of denying him and doubted she'd do so again.

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