ars goetia

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I planned a surprise for him. I hid in his studio. Instead, I found him inviting a university student to pose as his model. As she peeled away layers of clothing, his eyes lit up. "Exquisite. Truly exquisite. It's been ten years—and this is the first time I've seen true beauty," he said. Then he lunged forward, capturing her in a passionate kiss. My nails dug into my palm, hard enough to draw blood, but I stayed silent. For ten years, I had walked behind him, always in his shadow. I was tired.

Seven years after my death, a young man starts using the phone number I used in life. When he signs in to my Facebook account, he sees the things I've written on my timeline. He sees the unspoken love contained in those words and wants to help me find my beloved. He wants to help me fulfill the wish that I couldn't before my death. Later, he manages to find the person I love, but I'm about to fade from existence. Why? Because my lover has almost forgotten about me.

Nicole was celebrating her 20th birthday at home with her parents and younger brother over a nice dinner when six gang members broke into their house, robbed them of all valuables and the gang leader even raped her and they ended up killing her parents as well. Nicole was completely shattered and the incident of that night gave birth to a monster, a brute, and a merciless vengeful lady... Six years later, Nicole has already traced and killed five of the guys that ruined her life but the ring leader was a hard nut to crack. Even though she has no inkling where the last guy is, she was not willing to give up because the leader himself was the one who raped and ruined her life... The incident that night, gave birth to her hate for birthdays, her heightened sexual urge and kinky preferences, a baby she didn't plan for but most importantly, she became a ruthless monster. But what will Nicole do when her son becomes very fond of his class teacher and he turns out to be the rapist gang leader she has been hunting down for years.