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The Grand Mistress

Simione needed to become a mistress. Not just another rich man's mistress, but M Conglomerate's President, Hawk Monsanto's. Truth was, the young billionaire does not interest Simione of any sort nor was his very attractive gorgeous looks concerned her. She just needed him for one thing, his fiancée Feather Han, owed her big time and that ballerina bitch had to pay with the most precious thing Simione desired, her broken heart. Hawk Monsanto rose to the top for one reason; he wanted to be the perfect match for the Han Scintillait's heiress. When he thought it was the right time to get what his heart desired, he willingly bleeds millions just to arrange a wedding engagement. However, whether it was work of fate or work of an evil seductress, he stumbled upon a rare beauty that he cannot set his eyes off. And before his money and rationality could ever warn him, Hawk had fallen into something his billions cannot buy. *** "Who are you?" Hawk managed to ask between his ragged breath. "That depends on who you want me to be," The girl uttered and for the first time, Hawk saw her upturned honey-colored eyes. Looking into it was like drowning yourself into something magical, something hypnotizing and very much irresistible that when the girl tiptoed to meet his lips, he willingly lowered his head to welcome her. And he was right there, opening his mouth for her—warm and wet—giving everything he must give and was kissing her back with equal ardor. The girl wrapped her arms around his neck, and he responded by pressing the girl's body closer, the fiancee forgotten. However, when Hawk was at the point of wanting more, the girl pulled away and Hawk opened his eyes bewildered onto her sudden retreat. He was gasping for air and would very much like to pull her back to finish the bliss she had started. But she only smiled at him, feeling very empowered by the fact that the M Conglomerate's President had already fallen into her trap. "What's the matter?" He asked, confused as to what made her stop. "Nothing," Her smile widened a little more, making her face bright and goddess-like and Hawk became more defenseless with that. "It's just that I only want you to have a free taste. The next of course comes with a big price"

Zijay · Urban

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Mother Nightmare

The room was bathed in an ethereal glow, the moon casting a soft luminescence through the curtains that danced with the night breeze. In the stillness, Gabriella lay sprawled across the bed, her tangled locks cascading like dark silk over the pillows.

Her face, usually a portrait of serenity, was now etched with distress. The lines of worry furrowed her brow, and her lips trembled involuntarily as the nightmares unfolded in the theater of her mind.

"Mama…." Gabriella called in her nightmare. She had haunted by a woman, dressed in white like those of the nuns in Sta. Catalina nunnery. Even though she couldn't see the face of the woman, she had that confidence that it was her. "mama…"

The sheets clung to her form, a sanctuary and a shroud all at once. Beads of perspiration glistened on her forehead; evidence of the internal struggle waged beneath the surface. The room seemed to tighten its grip on her, as shadows played on the walls, mirroring her nightmare.

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