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Re awaken

"When the cruelty of reality catches up to us, will you still choose me over duty?" Nikita Obsidian isn't your stereotypical trust fund baby. As the only granddaughter of a business tycoon, Nikita keeps her golden mask on full display, hoping to hide the filth of her traumatic upbringing from the gossipy two-faced elites of high society. Enter the Silver Prince, Ansel Xavier. As the sought-after untouchable bachelor at Nikita's new school, who would have guessed that our heroine would find a warm soul behind those silvery eyes? When the pains from the past become the very balm that soothes her tortured soul, how would Nikita react once she finds out that the very boy that first broke her became the very man that wants to help her heal?

PerditaTritonia · Urban
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25 Chs

Persona's Demise

The first gust of spring breeze had gently swayed her sheer floral pastel curtains, protectively veiling our heartfelt moment, in hopes of shielding us from the cruelty of the world beyond these four walls.

Her swirling golden-speckled kaitoke blends fluidly with varying shades of shimmering emeralds had ignited burning desires and set blazing passion through every cell of my depraved body.

My entranced eyes were drawn to her glossy parted lips, biting her lower lip in an attempt to refrain her bemused smirk from gracing her ethereal features.

"Anything... and I mean, anything." inhaling every strength my body can handle, I continued, "Anything that would cause you harm and bring you pain. Those are the only things I wouldn't do for you."

Feeling the heat slowly flush over her soft cheeks, her stunning green eyes rapidly shifted, doing everything to flee from my gaze.

Not everyone had the pleasure of witnessing a stuttering goddess.

Coming to this conclusion, I found myself chuckling as I pepper my sweet Nikita with chaste kisses.

Her nimble fingers had found their way to my blue cardigan, pulling it over like a retreating turtle, burying her embarrassment underneath the very clothes I wear right now.

"We're both witnesses of the first generation Pokemon. Are we taking a trip back to childhood entertainment? Has my Cinnya~bun evolved into a Flurtle?" As I wrapped my arms around my muttering embarrassed turtle, my low chuckles and her incoherent stuttering gibberish filled up her once-silent bedroom.

Her flailing arms mixed with "Sh-sh-shtaaap teasing me!!!" and "It's not my fault you're a dreamboat!" is truly an image of pure happiness I've etched in my soul, forever engraving into human existence on what my true happiness looks like.

In a fit of her adorable rage, Nikita abruptly stood, pointing her trembling at me, blazing determination in her shining emerald eyes, she arrogantly proclaimed, "No fair! Your power over me seems absolute! Just wait! I will see it to that you'll know what it's like! I will make you blush so hard your cheeks will start hurting! Mark my words! Prepare your handsome face to experience unimaginable cheek pain!!! Feel my wrath!!"

Now how can I take her seriously?

Proclaiming I'd feel her wrath?

Unimaginable cheek pain?

While her squishing and nursing her flushed cheeks?

Her fragile body backed against the wall as she wrapped the curtain around her as if I'd let that flimsy fabric come in between me and the love of my life.

I lost it.

Whatever fragment of composure and restraint I had left in my body.

I completely lost self-control as my body ended up wiping the floor clean as I hysterically laughed my ass off.

Goodbye to my cool suave flirty gentleman persona.

You had a good run. Like 6 hours worth, if I included the time when Nikita was fast asleep.

In my uncharacteristic fit of comical vulnerability, I didn't notice my head was resting on my goddess' lap. Sheepishly smiling as her thumb lovingly stroked my flustered cheeks.

As I finally settled down, staring at my goddess as she quietly studies the features of my face, I now have two happiest moments etched into my joy-deprived soul.

Smiling as we both enjoy this pure bliss in silence, Nikita cleared her throat as she said, "Care to show me around?"

Both of my hands found their way to the sides of her voluptuous thighs, deciding I'll offer something better, I said,

"How about I show you what you've been missing?"

To my readers,

"What is the happiest moment of your life?"

Feeling bad about the previous chapter is too long for my own preference,

I decided to make it up to you with this brief chapter.

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