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She, His Enigma Purple eyed girl
With the annoying sound of his cellphone Iden tossed aside the duvet and sat on the edge of his bed. Raking his hand through his dark black hair, he turned slightly to see a woman sleeping naked. He frowned slightly and pursed his lips.Last night, even after taking a cold bath, he could not get the women hunting out of his mind. He could not stop thinking about her purple eyes. He ended up drinking at the bar and bringing the woman to one of his hotels' suites. The woman approached him and told him her name, which he could not recall now. She introduced herself as a supermodel or actress, but he did not remember and did not care; all he remembered was thrusting her hard, thinking of a certain purple-eyed girl.He still had no idea who the girl was. Where did she come from? She appears to be insane, as no sane man would jump in front of a speeding car to save an errant dog. He stopped himself from sending his people to drag her into his office, fuck her hard, and then throw her out of
Last Updated : 2024-04-25She, His Enigma AUTHOR NOTE
Hi everyone,I hope everyone is doing well. As I mentioned in the epilogue, the story revolves around an innocent, angelic girl and a devil reincarnated man.The story will soon take a turn because the past has begun to be revealed. I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far.I would appreciate it if you could devote more time to yours, share your thoughts, and rate the book. Only readers possess the true soul of a book and the strength of an author. Your thoughts and comments keep me motivated and confirm that I am on the right track in working hard to keep you entertained. I am working very hard to create a good plot with strong ML and FL.Thank you for your encouragement. Miss M
Last Updated : 2024-04-25She, His Enigma Slap of reality
"Good morning, ma'am. Here's your black coffee without sugar.""Thanks, Martha," Ellaya said, taking a sip from her coffee. She moved out of the kitchen, holding a coffee in one hand and a book in the other, her full attention on her book. It was her habit to read her favorite novels with a cup of coffee. She loved to read romance novels and was adamant that fairytales come true, love is real, and one day she would meet her prince just like all those girls in books. She had just taken some steps when she heard some ecstatic and frustrated screams from one of the guests' rooms. She had no intention of knowing what happened, but the room was ajar, and her tentative gaze fell on the man and woman banging each other on the bed.It was her father, not her mother, but a girl of her age. She shook her head, stepping forward unseen.However, this was not the first instance. Since childhood, she had witnessed her father with multiple women. He enjoyed bringing them in at odd hours of the night.
Last Updated : 2024-04-27She, His Enigma They met again
Gazing into the mirror, she sat in the chair facing the vanity. The woman stared at her back with purple eyes. Her eyes were large and doe-like, with double rings encircling purple orbs. It was way too unique. "Do you realize how awful your eyes look? You should cover them up or else people will be afraid of you and leave you alone." She hurriedly applied dark brown lenses to her eyes. She lifted her head and grinned, "Perfect." she gently stroked the leth. In the mirror, the woman followed suit. "Look at your hair; it resembles witches in cartoons. People will burn you alive believing you are a witch and will cast evil spells on their children if you walk around with that hair. It is weird". She grabbed the hair powder and gave her hair a rough rubdown."Now, everything is perfect." She frowned as she looked at the woman in the mirror once more. "See how ugly you are. Everybody has flawless, pale skin, but you weirdo, you have pig's ass pink skin. You look like a child of a demon. I
Last Updated : 2024-04-29She, His Enigma What did he say?
"Ellaya…"Something jarred her out of her reverie. She let go of his hand, embarrassed.Smiling again,"So is he your boyfriend that you talk about all the time?" Ellaya kidded.Iden glanced at Annabell and arched an eyebrow. Annabell shook her head, embarrassed; "he is a close friend". She answered.With a "Oh! "She looked at Iden, he winked. She grimaced. He bowed slightly and said, "See, I am still available. You can try." whispering in her hair. He jerked back quickly, a smirk on his face. Her fist clenched as she glanced at his beaming face before turning back to face her closest friend."Happy birthday, Bell," a person exclaimed, giving her a bear hug from behind. It was a boy their age, he pulled her, and she pulled Ellaya alone. She turned back as she was dragged; he was still there, scrutinizing her, but his gaze was different today.something different. Something deep, perhaps disappointment, rage, a desire to burn her soul, or a sense of attraction. She did not fully understand
Last Updated : 2024-05-01She, His Enigma First kiss
"What did that bastered say in your ear." He asked, seething."He…he.. was just a fan.."Why was he so interested in what he said to her? It was awkward. Her words trailed off."What the hell did he say to you?... I do not care; he was a fucking fan or what?"He clung to her even more. "I want word by word..""speak.""Um... he said he wanted to have sex with me and would be waiting after the party". Her face turned red as she said this. She never discussed sex with a man. She is currently embracing to death.Iden squinted, "You want it." He asked. Ellaya shook her head and looked shyly into his eye."Words Laaya..I want words..""No" she said, lowering her gaze."Then I will kill that motherfucker". Holding her hand aside, Iden spoke."No, you cannot do that"."Why..""He is the son of a gangster, not you". With haste, Ellaya said.startled, "How did you know?" he asked. How the hell did this seemingly stupid girl know about all these things?"His dad is a gangster; if I say no, he will
Last Updated : 2024-05-05She, His Enigma No need to apologize
"Don't tell me this is your first kiss."It was indeed her first kiss, she looked at him, confused and embrrassed.It was stolen by him.Confused; why did he ask her such a question, was not that a very personal matter? Embarrassed; because she was kissed by the extremely handsome man and did not know whether she should slap him or cry. Annabell, eva and other girls around her talk about kisses like eating candy. They had been kissed by men at the age of fourteen or fifteen. She was twenty years old and inexperienced. Why did she feel like she had lost the most exquisite toy and wanted to cry aloud? Iden studied her perplexed expression and remained silent before bursting into laughter. He could not contain his laughter. He had never seen a woman look like that. She seemed so unsure of what to do. Throughout his life, he had witnessed women becoming enamored with his touch. If it had been someone else, she would have gone insane after this kiss and dragged him into her bed, or perhap
Last Updated : 2024-05-06She, His Enigma Your lips
"Good morning, Ella. I need to hold a press conference to announce the release date of our new album, so please review and sign the financial files I have on your desk as soon as possible." stated Eva."All right! What about our project team meeting that I mentioned to you?""Oh, right! Sorry for forgetting to inform you that they are ready under our terms and conditions." replied Eva."That is wonderful news." Ella quickly lost herself in the maze of documents. Singing and reviewing. Bringing two cups of coffee, Eva walks into her office.She handed over a cup of coffee and said, "Here you go."" Ella, after we turned down her request to film in New Zealand, Mia wanted to see you. Every time she threw a fit, our crew had to cancel the photo session". As she sipped her coffee, Eva said.Ellaya tightened her back before looking at Eva. "Can a model not be replaced? I cannot stand her anymore. We are unable to grant all of her unwelcome requests at this time.""We have a contract with her
Last Updated : 2024-05-07
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She, His Enigma Darkness
Fuck the marriage. Fuck the damn woman Fuck this feeling. It was the fifth bottle of whiskey—maybe rum or vodka, who knew? The burn, the goddamn burn, was still there. He tried to soothe it with alcohol, but the more he drank, the more the unbearable fire engulfed him. It was an inferno that never dimmed, swallowing him whole. His coat jacket was thrown somewhere in the corner, necktie dangling loosely, shirt buttons ripped and lost. His disheveled hair mirrored his total mess of a state. His phone rang, and for a second, he wished it was her—the woman who had turned his world upside down. At first, he married her for revenge, to show her what poverty felt like, to make her realize the sting of broken trust, to leave her surrounded by people yet utterly alone in darkness. To make her feel heartbreak. But now, whatever was happening was totally different from what he had planned. He didn't know when and how he had fallen into the dark grave he had dug for her. Not only was sh
She, His Enigma Fault
Ellaya moved with deliberate grace, the clinking of dishes softly counterpointing the morning stillness. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, mingling with the scent of warm pastries. Iden's gaze bore into her, his body tense, betraying the storm brewing within. As he sipped his coffee, the ceramic cup clinked against the saucer, harsh against the quiet tension. His eyes, dark pools of emotion, followed her with an intensity that made her skin prickle with unease. The silence between them was heavy with unspoken words, each gesture laden with meaning. After their latest confrontation, he didn't leave the house. Instead, he sought refuge in the guest room. Anger boiled inside him, driving him to smash everything in sight. Despite hating to waste money, he took out his frustration on the furniture. Each blow was intense, showing his inner turmoil. The room echoed with his destruction. From the adjacent bedroom came muffled cries, fueling his rage even more. Breaki
She, His Enigma You'll beg me
In a tense room thick with apprehension, the man's voice cut through the silence like a blade. "I'll ask you this one final time, my dear princess. Who is Leo?" His words hung in the air, heavy with expectation and a hint of danger. Her eyes snapped from his hand to his gaze. His expression was eerily composed—too composed—which only hinted at the storm brewing within him. Uncertainty clouded her mind as she shook her head, faltering, "I... I don't know." Beads of cold sweat formed on her forehead, her heart racing as if desperate to break free from her chest. A pulsating ache throbbed in her temple, and her breaths came in short gasps. Almost instantly, a barrage of photos flew towards her, grazing her skin as they scattered across the bed and floor. Among the chaos, her gaze locked onto one of the fallen pictures. Shock contorted her features, her eyes widening in horror. One burning question echoed in her thoughts: how? How did he find out? His next inquiry snapped her back t
She, His Enigma Photographs
Ellaya refrained from stopping her or asking more, feeling a sense of unease. Memories of recent events flooded back, creating tension in the air. She guided him to their room and helped him onto the bed. Gently, she removed his shoes, socks, and tie, tenderly wiping his face with a damp cloth. As her hand brushed his cheek, he grasped it, locking eyes with her. The intensity in his gaze sent shivers down her spine. He held her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as he drew her closer, his gaze focused intently on her face, examining every detail. With his other hand, he caressed her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his touch. She closed her eyes briefly, then met his intense look once more. Running his fingers through her hair, he pulled her nearer, his scent mingling with the faint tang of alcohol, enveloping her in a daze. The world around them faded into a blur as they breathed in sync, their desire palpable in the air. The warmth of his palm against her skin creat
She, His Enigma Promise
Ellaya's world was in turmoil. Each day felt like a storm, with every moment echoing Iden's absence. His silence wrapped around her like a suffocating shroud, leaving her gasping for answers. Desperation gripped her as she dialed his number, only to be met with the deafening void of unanswered calls. Seated before a mirror, Ellaya gazed at her reflection. The woman staring back had eyes like amethyst orbs, wide and hauntingly deep. Cascading waves of dark hair with a mystical purple sheen framed a face that defied convention. Her complexion, a delicate shade of baby pink, hinted at otherworldly origins. In the mirror's gaze, she saw a being that transcended mere humanity. It was a face marked by whispers of ancient power and forbidden allure. Inside, emotions roiled—anguish, defiance, and a fierce longing for acceptance. Her form spoke of a silent struggle against judgment and isolation. The reflection before her was not merely a woman; she was a paradox. In her mother's words, a d
She, His Enigma Silence
Ellaya's mind raced, unable to shake off the unsettling sight in the study. Despite the disbelief tugging at her thoughts, her heart felt heavy with a truth she was reluctant to accept. Lost in her turmoil, she stared intently at the table, her grip on the spoon tightening as it dug into her plate. "Ellaya," Annabell's urgent voice pierced through her thoughts, causing her to startle. The clatter of her spoon hitting the floor echoed in the tense silence. Ellaya reached down to retrieve it, her gaze lifted, only to catch Iden gripping Annabell's hand forcefully. A surge of emotion gripped Ellaya as she witnessed Annabell's futile attempt to free herself from his grasp, the unshed tears burning in Ellaya's eyes, threatening to fall down. She wiped away the tears with a trembling hand as she sank back into her seat. Uncertainty clouded her mind, yet one thing remained clear; her heart refused to believe in this cruel charade. Their eyes met in a silent clash of wills, both refusin
She, His Enigma Only friends.
"I demand to know, Ellaya," Iden growled, his voice thick with seething jealousy. The day's events were a blur, but his wife's subconscious whispers of another man's name gnawed at him as she slept, leaving him burning with rage. His grip tightened around her chin, pulling her closer, his eyes ablaze with fury. She quivered, unable to meet his intense gaze. "Tell me... who. Is. Leo?" he demanded, with sheer anger and hurt. Her voice wavered as she tried to respond, "I don't... I don't... know," she stuttered, the fear evident in her eyes. The frustration boiling inside him spilled over. He flicked her chin with a mocking smile. His heavy gaze scanned her for the last time before storming out of the room, leaving behind a tense silence. Ellaya was left alone, the echo of their confrontation ringing in her ears. She folded her legs close to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as tears streamed down her face. The room echoed with her sobs. Her body shook violently and her hear
She, His Enigma Nightmare
Iden's footsteps echoed softly in the dark hallway as he made his way to the bedroom, his heart heavy with a mixture of guilt and tenderness. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the hushed rustle of his movements. As he turned the doorknob, a sense of trepidation gripped him, unsure of what he would find inside. The moon cast a haunting glow into the now clean room, illuminating Ellaya's form like an ethereal specter in the night. Her peaceful slumber seemed at odds with the turmoil that had unfolded earlier, her face a mask of innocence marred by the evidence of her silent suffering. Gently, he approached her, his presence a mere whisper in the stillness of the room. He carefully sat on the floor beside her bed, his gaze fixed on her pale face. The sight of her tear-stained cheeks and delicate features stirred a storm of emotions within him. He reached out and tenderly brushed her hair away from her face, revealing the faint traces of a cut on her lips and the bruise
She, His Enigma Dream and reality
Iden's muscles rippled with each thunderous blow against the punching bag. His skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, accentuating the defined contours of his body as he unleashed his fury. With every punch, a torrent of emotions surged through him, driving him to the brink of madness. As memories flashed before his eyes, Iden's jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together in a symphony of rage. The image of Ellaya, bruised and broken, haunted his thoughts, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume everything in its path. Her innocence, juxtaposed against Alex's depravity, fueled the inferno raging in his heart. In that moment, Iden teetered on the edge of oblivion, his vision tinted crimson with an insatiable thirst for vengeance. The image of Alex professing his twisted affections for Ellaya was the catalyst that pushed him over the edge. Only Kaito's intervention spared Alex from Iden's wrath, but the embers of retribution still smoldered within him. Iden's body moved w
