Let's hide her identity, her name is Marriel. She's 20 years old, make up artist of Funeral Home in Santa Cristina. Her mind is not ordinary unlike the other woman, she loves adventure and creepy things. She's looks dumb but intelligent for the people who know her. She had a boyfriend when she was 18 but sad to say, her ex boyfriend take advantage her weakness. She's helpless, hopeless, and nobody cares for her. One car accident happened in Santa Cristina and Owen Burke is the man who's inside the car. He's rich man, there's a lot of charity home and school, there's a lot of clubhouse and hotel, and the only one son of Burke family. One moment happened inside the funeral homes, that makes everyone hilarious. But someday, so on will change someone else life. That night Owen Burke inside the Funeral Home, and Marriel the one who will took care of him. That moment, Marriel looking at Owen face. He's handsome, then Marriel look down to his chest, then to the private part. Marriel was shocked and cover her face. "Unbelievable!" She muttered, her body feel shivers, hot, and wet the under part. "I can't stop myself!" She muttered.
Somebody promise to themselves to be the most perfect wife and husband ever. But this term is literally impossible for Marriel Barrientos, who grew up as an orphan but full of self love. Giving a perfect life to yourself is not always becoming rich or whatever.
For Marriel- being comfortable at home, eating three times a day, buying some wine, buying make-up, having a great adventure on Sunday are the best things happening in her life.
She's working in Funeral Home in Santa Cristina as a make-up artist. She's twenty years old at the age and no boyfriend since breaking up with Rankin Basil. The famous car racer, full of himself- narcissist, bad boy, playboy, and rich.
"Idiot," she exclaimed while putting some make up on her face.
"Hey, who's that idiot you're fooling around with! I kept quiet here, you're still being an idiot!" Her boss said.
"I'm talking about my ex-lover." Marriel's reasoning with her boss, Mang Tomas. It was once again fought with anger, because every time Marriel mentions about her ex, Rankin, Mang Tomas's heart is really on fire.
This is the only relative that Marriel can consider. Two decades since he took her in, Marriel's mother and father are no longer there so only Mang Tomas who is her uncle, her father's brother took care of her.
He also has a son, Tenner who is also twenty years old like him. But this is an architect so it is unlikely that he will take care of his uncle's business. While his daughter Joysie inherited the courage of her uncle Tomas. He took a special course on becoming an embalmer.
"Dad, where is brother?" Joysie asked and looked around, it was Monday and everyone seems busy. Marriel is the same. And today is going to be exciting because he's settled.
His uncle has bathed some people and all he has to do is put make-up on them. The routine of Marriel's life is just that, but she never gets bored, because she loves her job, and she is very happy every time someone dies. Not in the creepy way, but this is their business so he is only happy when their funeral home generates a lot of income.
His uncle's big building added creepy feelings, Santa Cristina has an old story that has been translated. Anyone who passes through their place in his car and the core of wealth will die, this will happen every day on Friday the 13th.
"Hmmm! That's not true!" Marriel said while walking to the make-up room of the deceased.
"Hello everyone, Marriel is here at your service." Marriel said even though no one could really hear her. Besides, there's no one alive in that room. But Marriel still dedicated to her work and treated all her clients as alive.
"This must be fun if you guys are alive, you're so beautiful! I really like your eyelashes!" Marriel praised her client who is in her mid thirties. Every day Marriel was training herself to be alone, there were dead clients, then there were those who didn't answer whenever she had questions.
"Hey, who are you talking to again? You look crazy, don't always be like that. People might think I don't feed you on time!" Sermon by his uncle Mang Tomas.
"I don't care uncle! Then what do they care if I talk to these dead people, even though they are dead once they became human too. What do I know if this person has never had anyone to talk to before, mind? Let's see if he doesn't want anyone to talk to him. At least once someone talks to him, that's all he won't respond to." Marriel said to her uncle who just scratched because of his very creepy attitude.
He tried to be happy in front of his uncle, but the truth also came out.
"Uncle! I'm not a virgin anymore! This is just like Rankin, he said that he loves me! I believe because I'm a woman and I loved Rankin too much. He seduced me all the time, I never thought it would happen again and again he will do that thing to me," Marriel was stunned when her uncle raised his hand and hugged her.
"He doesn't deserve you, and you don't deserve a man like Rankin even more. He's rich, has a well-known family, and most of all is a playboy. It will only hurt you every day if you see that he's with different women, then you're here at work busy fixing the dead." Mang Tomas said to Marriel.
"Sorry uncle!" He cried apologizing.
"Don't apologize to me! To yourself!" He said and left her in his arms. He was in the middle of emoting when suddenly someone spoke.
"Stop," his heart pounded even more because of the woman's voice he heard.
He slowly turned his back to see who spoke, his client's hand was exposed to him, cut off and pointing in the direction where the clock was. In addition to that, the eyes were looking at him, even his mouth was gaping as if there was air or his soul coming out of it.
He screamed because of what happened and his uncle panicked and immediately went to him.
"Marriel Barrientos! What's wrong with you, you're a child, maybe even the dead will wake up later because of the power of your mouth!" Mang Tomas said to Marriel.
"Look, uncle, it's scary! Then his hand was removed." Marriel said to her uncle.
"His hand is really amputated, because it was cut by the company where he works." Mang Tomas explained to Marriel.
"Ah, I was wondering what." Marriel said.
"I trained you and Joysie here when you were young, don't tell me you're still scared?" Mang Tomas said to Marriel.
Laughing, Marriel returned to fixing her client's appearance, and fixed his hand that had fallen to the floor.
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For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
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