Book 1
Previously named as mafias chubby bride
[𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 ✔️] (rewriting)
Exuvia;
❝Shedding the past, being reborn into something new, even if painful.❞
He's a dangerous mafia boss.
She's a sweet, calm artist with a tender heart.
In a worl...
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If you guys shared your thoughts, I might feel motivated to update again. But when I see no enthusiasm, I end up dropping the idea of writing. My mind always drifts toward negativity, thinking that this story isn’t working out like before :)
Anyways happy Diwali ✨️
J U N G K O O K
My lips were on fire. That's the only way to describe what happens every time she's under me. Her softness against my mouth, the way her body trembles when I kiss her, when she looks up at me with those questioning eyes asking why I'd even want her- it wrecks me.
She doesn't understand. She has no idea how badly I crave her. How badly I want her. Need her.
My Ashley has been quiet her whole life. Too quiet. Always enduring, always swallowing her pain. But when I saw the red imprint on her cheek-someone else's hand on what is mine to protect-I felt something primal rip through me. A fire. A need to pour it all out on the person who dared to hurt her.
And I swear, if I find out who it was, I'll burn the world down. I don't give a damn who they are.
But then she looks at me with those eyes... devastated, fragile. And it makes me hesitate. She'd hate me if she saw me like that. She'd hate me for what I want to do.
And yet, she still curls up against me like I'm the safest place in the room. Like my arms are the only ones she trusts. And she doesn't even know how much that kills me.
Because I want her more than warmth. I want her like a man dying of thirst wants water. I want her like a sinner reaching for salvation he'll never get.
And I fucking want it now.
The morning sun rose behind the closed curtains, but I hadn't slept a damn blink. How could I, when all I craved was her face right in front of mine?
I kissed her until she drifted off, and right before sleep claimed her, she whispered, "You'll not leave me alone in the morning, right?" My fucking heart clenched like it was pierced with a thousand knives.
So I held her tighter. She hugged me back like her life depended on it, and I realized what an asshole I had been-keeping her away, letting my past haunt me, instead of letting her in.
Now she was curled into me like I was her pillow, her warmth pressed against my chest, and I knew this-this right here-was all I'd ever wanted.
She shifted, eyelashes fluttering open. I watched her intently, memorizing everything-rosy cheeks, lips plump and shining with sleep, a little drool at the corner of her mouth that somehow made her even more mine.
