Valoel

She lives a simple life. His is as tangled as a piece of thread. She is full of joy and bliss. He is burning with hate and blood lust. 
But somehow, they need each other.
And he would stop at nothing to make sure she is his.
In a world of where you feel cold, you gotta stay gold.
The pains of a past life and the bewilderment of the future, can these two souls become one?

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Rich guy, Poor girl

She opened the other cupboard and was surprised to find heavily feminine scented body washes and shower gels. She grabbed the lavender, rose and lilies and emptied them into the bath. She threw the bottles into a nearby trashcan and watched as the bubbles built.

She turned off the tap, opened the window and took a bottle of shampoo.

She plopped into the tub and sighed in contentment. She poured the shampoo all over har hair and scrubbed it well. Her eyes darted to a white robe but she was so comfortable...

Austin returned from work. He just wanted to escape the house. He went up to his room and tried opening the door but it was locked. He frowned and took out his own key and unlocked it.

Once he had done that, he entered the room and locked the door. He could smell Alora. Her dirty clothes had been folded into one of his wardrobes. He smiled and noticed the steam entering the room.

He walked up to the bathroom door and knocked. There was no answer so, he slowly opened the door. A wave of steam, as well as the smell of lavender and roses blasted him in the face. In all that fog, he would see a woman. The steam was clearing out and he could see better.

A woman was laying in the jacuzzi, her head on the corner and part of her brown hair in the foam. Her eyes were closed shut so he couldn't tell what color they were. Her skin looked so soft and her cheeks were really puffy and since he couldn't resist, he leaned and pinched her cheek. Her lips parted slightly and he wanted to kiss her, to taste her.

He shook his head and restrained himself. She could have hypothermia lying in this water or she could. He could not wake her up; she would get embarrassed.

He couldn't call the maids; they would assume that he took advantage of her in her defenceless state. He had to take her out himself.

He drained out the tub and avoided looking at her body. He rised the foam off her and as he did so, he could not help but admire her nice, long legs. He smacked himself and slipped her into his white robe and nlifted her out of the tub and placed her on the white bed. He opened his closet and pulled out a pair of pink socks.

He walked to the bed and sat on it. He wore the socks for her before pulling off his shoes and jacket and then, climbed into the bed, holding her tight. He fell asleep with his hands wrapped around her.

Beauty over the Beast