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Abaddon’s POVFucking shit! I cursed for the millionth time, slamming my fist against the dashboard. Every single lead turned up empty. Every location I could think of—clear. Nothing. No good news. Not even a damn whisper of where she was. I was losing my fucking mind. Two days. Two fucking days without a trace of her. And I had no idea how she was, no idea what he had done to her. The thought of it clawed at my insides, ripping me apart from the inside out. This was my fault. I should have never let her leave. I should have dragged her back, no matter how much she fought me. But I held back—for her sake. For her fucking sanity. And look where it got us. I fucked up. I can admit that now. Aurelia should never have seen that twisted little scene with Morri. But she did. And now, everything was falling apart. My plan to make her desire me, to make her crave me as much as I craved her—it was in fucking shambles. All my life, I have lived for the clan. For my father. For his
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Aurelia's POVThe all-white glass house stood before me, gleaming under the sun, reflecting the endless stretch of ocean surrounding the island. My lips parted slightly as I took it in—the sleek architecture, the way it seemed to rise effortlessly from the landscape, an untouchable masterpiece. I hated to admit it, but Abaddon had done well for himself. Not that I'd ever tell him. I trailed behind him as he carried our bags upstairs, my eyes scanning the interior. It was pristine, modern, yet somehow intimate. The floor-to-ceiling windows framed the ocean like a painting, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the silence. He caught my gaze, his smirk—the same smug, infuriating smirk—curling onto his lips. For a moment, the familiarity of it knocked the breath out of me. Everything that had happened between us—the pain, the betrayal, the undeniable pull—I felt it all at once. "It's cool," I muttered when he asked if I liked the place. His smirk deepened.
Last Updated : 2025-04-01Abaddon’s Girl Welcome to Blacks High
AureliaIt was the night of our flight. I was not the most excited for this journey, tonight, we leave everything behind.My father had made this decision solely without informing me, not up until two days ago.I still remember the conversation we had in his office about leaving town so quickly without an ideal reason.I slept the entire flight, only waking up to pee and hydrate myself.“Trust me, Elia, you will love this new city,” Dad said as we walked out of the plane. I scanned the city as the car drove past the tall buildings and beautiful streets; indeed, the city was pleasing to the eye, but that was all for now.Dad insisted we relocate to this new city since he was shifting into the beverage business, and according to him, this city had promising prospects for that.As we pulled into the gates of the villa Dad had purchased, I couldn't help but marvel at the loveliness it held.“See, I told you,” his voice echoed from behind. “You love it, don't you...” Dad trailed off.“It'
Last Updated : 2025-01-17Abaddon’s Girl Clumsy
Maybe I never loved to discuss my life a lot, especially with people. Opening up was one thing I barely held onto.It feels like showing your wounds to the world, where all you get is pity or, most times, hate.The perks of being a nerd, I guess. Even with my father's short wealth, I would always never try to show up as a rich man’s daughter.It was always like we lived in fear, or, most times, my father was trying so hard to protect me from something.The incident two years ago had perhaps carved me more into my shell, a burden I carry even to this day. Maybe life would have turned out differently for me? For Dad?The weight of their attention on me was deafening. We had already ordered our meals, yet I felt some type of way eating in their midst.An intruder.That’s how she made me feel, the blonde girl with huge tits sitting on his lap.The rest of the group made small talk with me often, especially Jane.Wesley's question must have thrown me off the edge, a huge silence following.
Last Updated : 2025-02-05Abaddon’s Girl His Prey
A sigh escapes my lips as I stare at my reflection in the mirror, a lot presently running through my mind.My phone beeps again, and I know who it is. Kira!We are outside waiting. Dress to kill, babes!I roll my eyes at her words. The entire day at school, both she and Jane repeatedly reminded me of the birthday bash at Drey's. It was the first party of the semester, meaning it was not to be missed in Kira's words.Left to me, I would stay home and watch my favorite show, Friends, all over again, but here I am, dressed in a short skirt, paired with my leather jacket and favorite boots.For the first time in two years, I did my hair and makeup. Even Maggie, our housekeeper, applauded my looks for tonight. Father was not yet back from his trip so like him, leaving me all alone. This, I have suffered since that horrible incident.Both girls love my look for the night, though Jane disapproves of the black stocking hose I wear to keep my legs from freezing. Tonight's weather is chilly."Y
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Scared as hell, my feet moved back as he drew closer, dark eyes observing me.“What do you want?” I managed to ask amidst fear.“Oh, I want so many things…”My back hit against the wall; there was nowhere to escape. I'm trapped between his outstretched arms and the wall.Never where I imagined the evening would lead to. Was this not the same person whom my presence disgusted?“Please don’t… or I’ll scream.”A chuckle escaped his lips, sending a jolt through my body.He leaned closer, whispering into my ear, “They'll only think I'm fucking you harder.”His words sent a wave through me, and in seconds, I hit his crotch with my knee—well, almost—before pushing him to escape.Yet, luck was not on my side; the door seemed to be locked from the outside. I kept banging and hitting it, but no one seemed to hear my cries.“You think I’d let you escape just like that? Pathetic!” he growled.Suddenly, Kiwor handed me a phone, which I hesitantly took.“What’s this?”“A little present from me to y
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Abaddon’s Girl Stay Still
**Abaddon’s POV** Aurelia Rivers. The new girl at school. Funny how Black's High always seemed eager to figure out a new person way before they even settled in. Janelle knew exactly what she was doing by inviting her over to the group. The disgust I felt when Drey tried to flirt with her—worse, she seemed to enjoy every bit of it. Of course, my aura pressed down on her. She felt intimidated by my presence. Yeah, you should be. Her innocence provoked me in ways I couldn't imagine. Why did she affect me this way? This mystery girl? The pain in her eyes when she realized I shot the ball. For a second, emotions washed over me. But thankfully, I switched back. And that fucking Drey, feeling pity for her, provoked me further. After the incident, I could barely concentrate at school, so I hurried home. Everything about her vexed me, yet I couldn't stop thinking about her—her body, her smell, even her innocence. I hate feeling this way. Missing the first party of the sem was out
Last Updated : 2025-02-21Abaddon’s Girl How you taste
I woke up to a resounding headache. For the first time, the night had been a long one, filled with unending haunting. After a hot shower, a beep from my phone gains my attention. *"Wear a skirt today. And your hair in a bun."* A message from Abaddon. My heart skips a beat seeing this. The fucker even had my number. His ways were not new to me anymore—at this point, I expect anything. The drive to school appears to be short, no matter how much I pray for more time. Anxiety crams my skin as I step onto the premises. I'm welcomed by Drey, who's waiting by my class entrance. "Good morning. I thought we could eat out together during lunch." He seems eager with his approach. Not that I objected, but a certain someone made me refrain from deciding too quickly. "It's only lunch, Aurelia. It's only a friendly gesture. We could at least get to know one another," he insists. Yeah, it *is* only lunch! I tell myself. Drey is a fine man, and if he wants to take me—a single woman
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Aurelia's POVThe all-white glass house stood before me, gleaming under the sun, reflecting the endless stretch of ocean surrounding the island. My lips parted slightly as I took it in—the sleek architecture, the way it seemed to rise effortlessly from the landscape, an untouchable masterpiece. I hated to admit it, but Abaddon had done well for himself. Not that I'd ever tell him. I trailed behind him as he carried our bags upstairs, my eyes scanning the interior. It was pristine, modern, yet somehow intimate. The floor-to-ceiling windows framed the ocean like a painting, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the silence. He caught my gaze, his smirk—the same smug, infuriating smirk—curling onto his lips. For a moment, the familiarity of it knocked the breath out of me. Everything that had happened between us—the pain, the betrayal, the undeniable pull—I felt it all at once. "It's cool," I muttered when he asked if I liked the place. His smirk deepened.
Abaddon’s Girl Made for me
Abaddon’s POVFucking shit! I cursed for the millionth time, slamming my fist against the dashboard. Every single lead turned up empty. Every location I could think of—clear. Nothing. No good news. Not even a damn whisper of where she was. I was losing my fucking mind. Two days. Two fucking days without a trace of her. And I had no idea how she was, no idea what he had done to her. The thought of it clawed at my insides, ripping me apart from the inside out. This was my fault. I should have never let her leave. I should have dragged her back, no matter how much she fought me. But I held back—for her sake. For her fucking sanity. And look where it got us. I fucked up. I can admit that now. Aurelia should never have seen that twisted little scene with Morri. But she did. And now, everything was falling apart. My plan to make her desire me, to make her crave me as much as I craved her—it was in fucking shambles. All my life, I have lived for the clan. For my father. For his
Abaddon’s Girl Destined thousands of years ago
Hours passed, my body drenched in sweat, the air around me thick and suffocating. I hadn’t moved. I just sat there, curled in on myself, trapped in a whirlwind of thoughts. My mind raced in circles, desperate, hopelessly waiting for a miracle that would never come. But what hope was there for me? My own father had orchestrated my abduction, hand in hand with an enemy he once called a friend. The betrayal was a slow, gnawing ache inside me, a sickness that spread through my veins with every passing second. My hands trembled as I clutched my knees, breath uneven. Had Abaddon known about this? Was this some twisted game he and his family were playing? I squeezed my eyes shut, the weight of the truth crushing me. No one was coming. I knew that. I was alone. And if I wanted to escape this nightmare—if I wanted to survive whatever they had planned for me—I had to act fast. I had to *think*. But *how*? The tiny window in the bathroom was my only view of the outside world, a
Abaddon’s Girl Save your strength
Aurelia’s POVThe city lights blurred into golden streaks as I stared out the window, my body curled into the seat, trembling with the force of my sobs. My breath came in broken gasps, raw and aching, but no matter how hard I tried to hold it together, the pain kept spilling out. The car moved too fast, yet not fast enough to outrun the agony splintering inside me. It took every ounce of willpower not to scream at my driver to turn around. To take me back. Back to the man who destroyed me, yet made me feel more alive than anything ever had. Abaddon. My lips trembled as I squeezed my eyes shut. I could still feel him—his touch, the way his hands had burned against my skin, his mouth devouring me like he owned me, like I mattered. Last night, he had looked at me. Not just as something to possess, to claim—but as something more. And I had believed it. God, I had been so stupid. The memory of her on her knees, her mouth wrapped around him, hit me like a blade to the gut.
Abaddon’s Girl I’m done
The cold air burned my lungs as I ran, feet pounding against the forest floor, my breath ragged and sharp. Branches lashed at my arms, my face, but I didn’t stop—not when I heard him behind me, his voice like thunder crashing through the trees. “Aurelia!” His roar sent a fresh surge of adrenaline through my veins. I pushed harder, my legs trembling beneath me, but Abaddon was fast. Too fast. His heavy footfalls were closing in, his presence a force pressing against my back. I didn’t dare look over my shoulder. I couldn’t. Then my foot caught on something—an exposed root, a patch of uneven ground, I didn’t know. I stumbled, arms flailing, weight pitching forward. The world tilted as I fell, crashing through tangled branches before I hit the icy surface of the river below. Water enveloped me in an instant. Cold. So fucking cold. It stole the air from my lungs, numbed my limbs. The current dragged me under, spinning me in a violent embrace. I kicked, clawed at the surface, but
Abaddon’s Girl Look lost
Darkness. Then whispers. Low, hushed voices stirred through the silence, threading through my mind like an eerie melody. My body felt heavy, limbs weighed down as if the air itself was pressing against me. The bed beneath me was familiar—his bed. I blinked, my vision hazy, the room tilting in and out of focus. "She almost fell into the trap." "You should tell her sooner or later…" That voice. My pulse spiked as fragments of memory slammed into me all at once. The library. The whispers. That desperate plea for help. And then—Abaddon. I tried to move, my fingers twitching against the silk sheets. The voices stopped abruptly. Then—footsteps. Abaddon and Kiwor stood at the foot of the bed. "How do you feel?" His voice was deep, calm, but his dark eyes burned into me with something unreadable. "Like shit," I muttered, throat dry. My body ached, and a dull throbbing pounded at the back of my skull. They exchanged a look. One of those silent, knowing glances that only
Abaddon’s Girl Come closer
After having our outdoor breakfast, he pulled me back into the mansion. This time, we entered through the front door instead. Some students had already left, while a few still lingered in the Black mansion. Well, the entire group was still present. Kiwor stood by the kitchen counter with a mug in hand, dressed casually in joggers with his upper body bare. The same formidable smirk that never left his face was plastered as usual. My cheeks burned as the memory of last night resurfaced—how I had begged in front of this lunatic. The girls were already up, and before I could blink, they pulled me away from Abaddon's grip. I missed his warmth immediately. His eyes swept over my body possessively as he strode over to Kiwor, a silent reminder that I was his. The girls dragged me into a room, their chatter filling the air. Kira still had her makeup from last night, smudged but intact—a clear sign they had enjoyed themselves. "We figured you went home," Jane mused, her tone light.
Abaddon’s Girl I was his
I woke to soft, teasing touches trailing over my skin, the sensation so light, so deliberate, it felt like the remnants of a dream. But when his warm, wet mouth latched onto my other lips—the ones between my legs—it became clear this was anything but a dream. A broken moan slipped from my lips as he growled, low and commanding. “Sit on my face, baby.” I barely had time to process before he flipped me, his strong hands gripping my thighs, holding me in place as I trembled above him. His tongue flicked and teased, and I lost all control, grinding down, riding the pleasure as he devoured me. It didn’t stop until I shattered, until my release poured over his face, my cries of pleasure filling the air. Only when he had licked me dry, his hands still possessively tight on my hips, did he let go. And when he did, the smug grin curving his lips was a silent reminder of who owned me. The moon was high in the sky, its soft light flickering into the room, illuminating his sharp feature
Abaddon’s Girl Movie night princess
AURELIAI ran. My feet carried me faster than my mind could process, following his direction blindly, my breath ragged as I stumbled into the room. The door slammed shut behind me, the lock clicking into place. And then— I broke. The sob tore out of me before I could stop it, my body crumpling to the floor, arms wrapping around myself as if I could hold in the pain. The shame burned hot in my chest, mixing with the betrayal, the helplessness, the anger. I should have known better. I did know better. And yet, I had still stood there, hands trembling, voice cracking as I begged, begged for mercy in front of that sick bastard Kiwor. Abaddon made me do that. Made me fall to my knees, stripping me of whatever dignity I had left, and now I didn’t know if I could ever look at myself the same way again. Tears streamed down my face, fast and unrelenting, and I let them. Let them drown me. Minutes passed—maybe hours. I didn’t know. The ache settled deep in my bones, but
