Alperosa

Emma Huang's life is a series of misfortunes, and seemingly an endless downward spiral. Once a rich heiress, she now makes cocktails in a night club. When her boss offers to make her a kept woman, she really seems to have hit rock bottom. 

After a strange encounter, she starts to have frequent and weird dreams. They are so vivid that she could almost believe them to be her own experiences. She knows that this can't be, but maybe they are memories from a previous life?

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WARNING: CONTAINS SOME SMUT AND EXPLICIT CONTENT! ALSO SOME DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND ABUSE.
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This is my original story.

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I am writing as a hobby, therefore I'm sorry if I can't always update very regularly, but the more views and feedback I get the more it motivates me!

There might be some twists and turns in the story, but I'm writing with a specific end point in mind, and most of the plot is already planned out. But I can definitely promise that there are no endless misunderstandings in this novel, also no "sex" which is actually abuse or rape.

Whitefire

She had been working in the VIP area of the club for months, but had thankfully never run into any old acquaintances. It was bound to happen one day, but now she still felt a bit panicked at having her identity revealed.


Her family didn't know what she was doing now, and she certainly didn't want word to reach her father that she was working as a bartender in a night club. If he knew, he would likely make sure she got fired. Of course he really had no right to get mixed up in her life after disowning her, but Emma didn't think that would stop him for trying.


The drunk man was still ecstatic about discovering her identify.


"You are! You are Huang Linhua's little sister. And you're working here, making cocktails?" he said, disbelief and distain evident in his tone. "I never would have thought that old man Huang would allow his daughter to work in a place like this."


Emma pursed her lips in anger, trying very hard to keep her composure.


"I'm sorry, but you are mistaking me for someone else."


The man shook a finger right in Emma's face, and she pulled back in disgust, as a strong odour of alcohol and sweat reached her nostrils.


"No no no no no... no!" the man exclaimed. "I know I'm right, I saw a photo of you and your sister together. I know it's you, Miss Huang."


"I bet Old Huang doesn't know you're working here, huh? Are you scared I will tell them, eh?" The man laughed heartily at the thought of ratting Emma out to her family. He yanked on her wrist, and pulled her to the side and out from behind the bar, so that he could get in close.


Emma tried to pull her hand free, but his hand was tight around her wrist. He leered down at her, and Emma had never been more annoyed at her short and petite body.


She looked around trying to catch the eye of one of her colleagues, but they were all too busy and far away to notice what was going on.


The man pulled her closer to him, and leaned down to whisper in her ear.


"If you're a good girl and give me a kiss, I promise I won't tell your family that you're working here," he snickered, delighted at his little scheme.


Emma felt rage flare inside her, like white hot flames.


"Absolutely not! Let go!" she hissed and tried once again to free her wrist.


"Feisty little thing, aren't you?" The man laughed delightedly and wrapped his other arm around her waist, and gave her butt a firm squeeze.


Emma snapped. That was going too far! She snarled and twisted her body around in his hold. Pulling an arm back as far as she could, she swung it around hard, delivering a slap with such force to the side of the man's face that his head whipped to the side. The impact and shock made him stagger, and he fell backwards onto his back, hitting the floor hard.


Emma's chest was heaving with rage and adrenaline. She felt so angry that she thought she might burst into flames at any second.


The man stared at her from the floor in shocked surprise, then his face twisted into a furious mask.


"You bitch!" he screamed. "Do you know what you just did? Do you know who I am?


His face flushed red, he jumped to his feet. His speed and agility was impressive, considering his drunken state, and it caught Emma by surprise. She didn't realise the slap was coming before it was too late.


Thwack! She fell to the ground, clutching her burning cheek. The sharp tang of blood filled her mouth. The ruckus had finally caught the attention of some of the staff and customers. She looked up from the floor feeling embarrassed, to see a tall dark shadow looming behind the still furious drunk customer.


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