GALES OF DESTINY

y piece of furniture exuded opulence, creating a realm that mirrored her own self-percei

veling in her regality—no flaws, just a flawless facad

is waiting f

unced breaking the tra

ready to embrace the world

est friend, barged in w

u?" She asked, her voi

eyes betraying a mix of

ar this. There's a new co

a sudden surge of irritation. "A new confes

sing her news with

he whole place is buzz

gh. "There can't be another confesso

e guy she confessed,

lled wit

today. The news has been all over the academy,"

d that's me, How could a newbie dare threaten her image? This ac

lared a

, the

She angrily cut

s place right now. I need mor

ut of the room with her t

she took towards Caden's palace. Thoughts of a

eels echoed down the corridor m

lly hesitant, quickly recognized her and stepped asi

fueled the fire of her fury. Caden was entwi

t of her,scurried away

vening

nd made her w

so f

her hand, her g

ver come

er eyes flashing

ntarily turned a hau

u wish

ssive tone, bowing deepl

g there's another confessor, another person wit

warned you against conf

voice sent shivers dow

sor

t a kiss on his lips. It was so long and inten

until she felt her ba

mm

oaned

ould have ladies in his bed but she kn

her skin. Goosebumps erupted an

wait to hav

ed on hers as he slowly unbotton her

er neck down to her navel. S

her nipples. her moans took another tur

ed, grabbing his

ched and she d

eply on her as if w

from behind. His breath seared her neck as

is hard erection slide between his thighs.

in a dee

escribab

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etched into the walls with ominous precision, hinted at the malevolent forces at play within this hidden domain

pon a throne, his presence commanding reverence and fear alike. His eyes, dark and i

ght coming fro

, his voice a mere whispe

that seemed to weigh upon the traitors, ma

power. The two traitors, caught in the grip of an unseen force, began to convulse in ago

Damien pronounced coldly, his voice cutting

ded, his voice echoing wi

, there's a new confe

ut in desperation, the words

ng for breath. Damien's countenance shifted, a

he mused aloud, a rhetorical ques

conquer

traying a malevolent delig

the traitors pleaded, their tear-

ating with ancient power. Uttering an incantation, he opened the arti

bloodied hue. A feral growl emanated from their transformed selves as th

conquer t

ansformed figures bowed before him, emitting low,

sinister satisfaction et

rmation about the

ze turning toward

, master," t