Eye-dentity 3; the fall

Chapter 1

Sweet Sensations

Dear readers,

 I’M BACK FROM THE COFFIN,HARHAR. Oh eto ha, warning mga mare..mga pare, since I want to level up this story, lahat magiging intense.. From their love to everything that will happen. Tsaka 20 na kaya ako.. dapat mature na, liberated and wild????hahaha..sige mature na lang.di pa kaya ng lola nyo ang wild. Atsaka, susubukan ko din yung talagang dapat na style for a novel..first time ko..sana mapanindigan.AHAHA. More English? Yes! .hahahaha…yabang! haha..tsaka kasi gusto ko talaga makagawa ng English novel.. practice na lang toh..Tapos, tapos..tapos…oh sige na nga, hanggang dito na lang, kasi nga note lang dapat. Haha..

I would like to start this chapter with a sweet line from Dylan.

<3 Yelenaliana.

“Wake up, love.”

            She smiled as she heard his sweet voice near her ear. He snuggled closer to her, his arms wrapping around her waist and his lips touching her neck. She tried to turn to him but he refused, tightening his hold of her waist.

            “Dylan,” she warned but the amusement in her voice is evident. She heard him chuckle and felt the vibration from his hard chest.

            “You want me to wake up and yet you’re pinning me,” she whispered. She covered his hand with hers and tightened it while he continued to purr.          

            “Let’s make love one more time,” his voice deep and husky purposely trying to seduce her.

            She giggled and pinched his arm. She turned her head to look at him and saw his eyes dark with lust. Her lips slowly formed into grin once their eyes both turned red. He stared at her lengthening fangs and they both knew what will happen next.

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            Cassandra stirred when she smelled something frying then mixed with another scent of champorado. She sat up, clutching the covers above her chest. Dylan’s gone and he’s obviously the one cooking their breakfast.

            She then relaxed and reached for his polo shirt. Her smile widened at how the past few weeks have been perfect.  She sniffed his masculine scent in his shirt waking her senses up. His scent invading her everything that she never wanted to part from him.

            She wore his shirt and walked out of their room. With bare feet, she walked to the kitchen, crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned in the door. She stared at him, smiling.

            He’s wearing his usual white t-shirt that fits in his very manly body with black pajama. His hair still messy like hers and his back is the one facing her since he’s still stirring the champorado.

“Like it?”

She blinked, dragging herself away from fascinating the man in front of her. “Like what?”