饾暱he 饾枒ast 饾暰tarfa饾敥饾敥藮 执 啵媶
6 parts Ongoing Mature- 饾悗饾悓饾悇饾悕 & 饾悁饾悓饾悇饾悕; 饾拏饾拲饾拵饾拹饾挃饾挄 饾挄饾挊饾拪饾拸饾挃 饾拪饾拸 饾挃饾拹饾挅饾拸饾拝 饾拑饾挅饾挄 饾挊饾拹饾挀饾拲饾拝饾挃 饾拏饾拺饾拏饾挀饾挄 -
"To claim a body this sacred...to stain you with every sin I carry," he breathes, his voice low and heated, warm breath grazing my lips. "Now, how do I atone for that, hm?"
My breath falters at the edge of his mouth, vulnerability plain in my eyes. "I thought you swore heaven didn't exist." I whisper, torn between running and falling into him.
"I never believed," he replies, a slow, wicked smile curling his lips. "Not until now. How could I, when heaven never looked like you, leech?"
I'm gasping, writhing, his fingers moving inside me like a prayer too raw for saints, yet too desperate to stop-finally, damnably answered.
馃儨 馃儊 馃偤
饾暰饾枈饾惈饾枂饾枙饾枍饾拪饾拸饾拏 饾暩饾枖饾拸饾枡饾枅饾拲饾枂饾拪饾挀 was etched into the stars as tragedy long before she ever took her first breath. Love was a language she never learned, yet she constantly battles the pull of her darker urges. In a world that rejects her very existence, funnily, survival is her only act of defiance.
饾枀饾拞饾枙饾枍饾挌饾挀饾挅饾挃 饾暦饾拞饾枖虂饾拸, in stark contrast, was prophecy's favorite son. A boy kissed by fate. Where others perished in drought, he drowned. In the ocean of love. Especially to Seraphina, he is a cruel verse written by the cosmos, the bitter end to her fragile beginning.
And bound within the haunted, labyrinthine halls of L'脡ternelombre Uni - the one for freaks, where secrets rot beneath stone, good and evil are fractured reflections and the truth drips in blood - both stand on opposite ends of a fate neither can escape. To survive this place, one must gamble their sanity and soul. Only the chosen can uncover the rot festering beneath it all.
So, in a realm where nothing is what it claims to be... Can a villain and a hero (as they say) fall in love or will the truth destroy them?