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Ayeleen was a passionate doctor, who achieved her dream after many struggles. She was committed to a man whom she loved for seven years, and he loved her too. They wanted to marry each other with their parents permission after they both will get settled and build their carrier. It was the time when she wanted to tell her parents about him and they both could start a new life, but a nightmare changed her life completely and she was forced to marry a man whom she never even knew. This man named

Sarah,lost her parents when she was of fragile age, grew up with her best friend, and is living her stable life with a perfectly paid livelihood and a caring, extremely loving boyfriend. Nothing seems to matter anymore....until the night she finds herself adducted by the man of her nightmares. A simple girl who is forcefully taken from her home and separated from her family to serve almighty Lucifer Ximen Celeste. The cursed hybrid. The most powerful creature of the night, an abomination. A

me come in."To which the Pig answered, "No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin." "Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!" said the Wolf. So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and ate up the little Pig. The second Pig met a Man with a bundle of furze, and said, "Please, Man, give me that furze to build a house"; which the Man did, and the Pig built his house. Then along came the Wolf and said, "Little Pig, little

d with a voice of wondrous sweetness: "Pray for them which despitefully use you and persecute you."Cristobal repeated the words, a soft light stealing over his face. "I will remember," he said, looking up to meet the pleading eyes of the Child: but, lo! the whole face had melted into the aureola; nothing was left but light. Yet Cristobal was filled with a new joy; and, as he opened his eyes, his dream--if dream it were--changed, becoming as sweet and solemn as a prayer. It

Griselda wondered, if this were so, how it was that Miss Grizzel took such liberties with them herself, but she said nothing. "Here is my last summer's pot-pourri," continued Miss Grizzel, touching a great china jar on a little stand, close beside the cabinet. "You may smell it, my dear." Nothing loth, Griselda buried her round little nose in the fragrant leaves. "It's lovely," she said. "May I smell it whenever I like, Aunt Grizzel?" "We shall