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Raven Beauty: Devil's Only Survival Choice

"In the world full of choices, I have only you!" *** Excerpt: “Marry me!” At the commanding voice, Yun Meiyi turned around with a scowl. And there he was with a face sculpted by the best artists in heaven and a body designed to torture the most defying soul in hell, he looked like any male, she had fantasized about, while reading the romantic novels. But there was something in his impeccable beauty that cautioned her against him. As if it was the call of heaven asking her to reject him straight away. “Look for someone else, I am not interested.” She said and then turned away, finding his words meaninglessly arrogant. But just as she turned, his warning came teasingly, “Are you sure you want to defy me?” Her frown deepened as she turned to ask, “What’s so special about defying you? Are you a lord of some kingdom whom one can’t defy?” The man’s lips curled up in a devilish smirk that looked like a part of his nature. “Even better. I am the Prince of Darkness. The Devil of this universe.” *** She was a human... He was the Devil of the Universe! She was betrayed... He could be called anything that meant deceit! She was poisoned ... While his existence was on stake! Without their knowledge, their fates were intertwined. Making her, his only Survival choice!! ______________ Join the author on the discord server: https://discord.gg/88C4VZD Or connect on Instagram: author_scarlet_shine

Scarlet_Shine · Urban
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Who needs help there? They brought all of it themselves.

"Ahhh." Wang Pingruo screamed. "You crazy bi*ch. How could you …" She wanted to curse, but before she could even complete another shriek left her lips as the woman charged forward to grab her by the roots of her hair. 

"Calling me a bi*ch. How are you going to define yourself? A sl*ut." She said as she dragged her out of the elevator before pushing her on one of the seats in the lounge. 

Wang Pingruo fell on her face. Wincing, she wanted someone to help her. But everyone was standing at her looking at her with disdain written on their faces. They pitied her but it was not a sincere sympathy, rather they were standing there to be the audience of her fall.