Ariel's POV For two days after that, I waited for the man to show himself. It was almost like he purposely ignored me. When I realized that he wouldn't show himself unless something drastic happened, I waited for the guard that brought my food -food I refused to eat since I've been held in here- to appear. The moment he rounded the corner that led to my cell, I yanked off the pendant from my neck. I went instantly invisible. When the guard reached the cell and saw no one, the tray containing the food fell off his hands, and he let out a scream. Two more guards rushed in, probably thinking I managed to subdued their colleague. When they saw what he saw, they all trembled out of shock. "Report the incident to prince Eric right now!" One of the guards yelled to the other one that came in with him. That one nodded and rushed off to deliver the message. The guard turned to the one that brought me the food, looking at him in a suspicious way. "Did you let her off?" He asked."What the he
It was the early hours of Monday morning, 6:00am to be precise, and I was already in the cobwebby school basement, tucked away in the only neat corner. Of course, the neat corner of the basement, which I had turned into my niche, was cleaned up by me. You must definitely be wondering what kind of psycho cleans up the school basement to spend her mornings and what for! Well, to cut the long story short, it was my only means of survival. If I wanted to get through my remaining days in high school, then I had to do this. This was me doing what I did best, hiding away from my sworn enemy, traitor, rival, tormentor, give it all the name you could think of. Synonymous to those names is Kelly Parker. Kelly is the Queen bee of Beverly High. I hate her with all my heart, but she’s beautiful. Breathing-taking kind of beautiful, I’m not going to lie. I just hate her the more for that, because why should she be so perfect? Of course, she is the head cheerleader and she is dating Bruce Paschal,
“Mish! Get your ass down, dinner is ready,” my younger sister, Evelyn, shouted from downstairs. I came back from school three hours ago and I’ve been on my bed sulking and constantly resisting the urge to scream at the top of my voice.Mrs. Shantel and Mr. Brett? How long has that been going on under my nose? I stalked Mr. Brett well enough to have known. I sat up swiftly and stretched my hand to pick my phone from my nightstand. Impatiently, I logged into Instagram.Pfft, of course I’m not on Instagram. I logged in with my sister’s account. Being bullied offline is only the much I can bear, thank you very much.It didn’t take me much time to get to Mr. Brett’s profile. I stared at his relationship status and it stared back at me. It was boldly written SINGLE. Just to be sure, I wore my glasses and glanced hard at it. It still remained SINGLE. I searched for Mrs. Shantel’s profile and found out that she was married.“Then why the hell were you fucking someone not your husband!!” I scr
Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return. An erotic retelling of Rumplestiltskin. CIARA When my parents insisted that I join them at the dining table, I already had a pretty good idea what it was all about. I couldn't understand why they wouldn't just leave me alone. I was sick and tired of putting up this perfect princess role for them. I wanted to live my life freely like a normal person and not a puppet
CIARA I'd be joking if I said I was comfortable. I was anything but comfortable. I mean, I guess you're not really supposed to feel comfortable in a stranger's home but this was more than that. Let's look at the fact this Rian guy is living in this mansion all alone! Asides that, I felt like I'd walked into a set for a historical movie. I could bet my dad's kidney that most of the furniture was older than I was. But it really didn't matter if I was uncomfortable or not. I only had one night to spend in this place. Rian was kind enough to let me stay here though and I was grateful for his hospitality but I just couldn't give him my real name. I'd made the decision that wasn't going to let anyone know who I was. A lot of people might even recognize me instantly as the princess so giving out my real name would be even more risky, I could find myself back at the palace in a blink of an eye and that was the last thing I wanted. I'd rather die than go back to my parents. All I needed to d
CIARA "What have I gotten myself into?" I kept asking myself as I screamed and banged on the door. He had locked me in this godforsaken room and through the window I could already see that it was morning, or afternoon, I couldn't tell. I banged harder on the door and wondered why l hadn't left when I had the chance. Why did I even walk in here in the first place? I should have known that the guy was a psychopath. He did look crazy but I still stayed. I should have run for my life the moment he opened the door looking like a millennial. After I realized he had drugged me, I honestly thought that was the end. I thought I was going to die. Waking up was actually a relief only to find out to find out that I was locked in here. "Let me out of here!" I yelled, kicking the door this time around because my hands were already hurting from banging for over an hour. I was this close to crying and calling out for my mum. But speaking of my mum, if I was to believe what Rian had said then sh
RIAN Ciara seemed to be in shock as she watched me suck off those fingers that had been inside her just a few seconds ago. I could see the awe in those brown eyes of hers and I smiled. That was the reaction I'd wanted to get out of her. I pulled the fingers out of my mouth with a loud pop after which I licked my lips. "Amazing," I remarked, looking at the fingers I'd just sucked dry before turning back to look at her. "Wanna have a taste?" I asked her just for the sake of it. She was going to have a taste whether she liked it or not. And with that thought, I brought my fingers to her small, soft lips, pressing hard against them and coating them with my saliva. I made her part her lips and my fingers slipped into her mouth. Again, the warmth and sensation was maddening. "Suck it, princess. Soon, you'll have something much bigger in that mouth of yours," I told her with a smirk. Slowly, I began moving my fingers in her mouth—in and out—until I felt the grape I'd given her earlier.
CIARA I was truly amazed. He never really seized to amaze me. He'd managed to make the conversation about his cock so effortlessly. Why did I not see his perverted side earlier? And his cocky side as well? But asides that, he said he could grant wishes. I wasn't really in a position to doubt that because I'd seen him make things appear and disappear, on and off, open and close… paralyze. But I was yet to see more than that. And to be honest, I wasn't sure I wanted to see more than that. But if he could truly grant wishes, then I could just wish to be out of here. "You can't wish to leave," he said with a smirk, just as I was about to open my mouth and speak. Don't tell me mind reading was part of his powers as well. "At least not at first," he added. "That could be your last wish. If you will get to a last wish, that is," he said, "It all just depends on how good you are. So the sooner you're able to please me, the sooner you get to leave and carry on with your boring life." He sm