Another Book... Another Ever After..
I often find myself lost in the pages of my own books...
I long to be the heroine in a story that feels like it's written just for me. I want to fall in love with a man as perfect as the heroes or the broken villains.
To experience the same kind of happily ever after that can break your heart as your eyes glide along the lines. Does that make me unrealistic?
But is it too much to ask for a love that sweeps me off my feet and takes my breath away?
Is it a sin to fall in love with your own characters and crave the love with bottomless jealousy...
If it is then I will proudly die within the sacred pages of another fucked up story...
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Desperately Yours
Romance"Why me? I looked at his grey eyes, searching for any sign of warmth. "Because Malyshka, I want you, and nothing is ever going to stop me." "I'm not a fucking dog! Do you hear me, Alex? Nobody. Fucking. Owns. Me." A smirk twisted his features "Sho...
