My Stepbrother: secret possession

Earth Is Possibly Torturing Than Hell

A tall, burly figure loomed over me, casting a shadow that engulfed my frame. I would have been frightened if it weren't for the familiar scent of wildflowers and a hint of mint that suddenly overwhelmed me. In some indescribable way, I felt warmth as my watery eyes focused on the black shiny boots, then moved up to the jeans and the black leather jacket over a dark-coloured plain shirt. His disheveled hair only enhanced his attractive appearance. In short, Leigh looked angelic, except for the smoldering aura he exuded, which was a new and unfamiliar aspect of him.

However, his presence didn't alleviate the suffocation caused by the invisible rope strangling my windpipe. I couldn't speak; I could only choke on my breath and sob.

Everything hurt terribly, so when Leigh sank to his knees and administered medication to my wounded soul, I clung to him tighter. He was my cure, my comfort, and my fortress. I wouldn't give him up for anything.

His hands gently caressed and stroked my hair, causing me to melt into his arms as he settled himself comfortably on the floor with me curled up in his lap.

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"Anything was possible; anything could be defied rather than endured in suspense. Mrs. Musgrove had her own little arrangements at her own table; she had to trust in their protection. Sinking into the chair that he had occupied, taking his very spot where he had leaned and written, her eyes devoured the following words: I can no longer remain silent. I must speak to you by whatever means are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Do not tell me that it is too late, that these precious feelings are gone forever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more yours than when you almost broke it, eight and a half years ago. Do not dare to say that men forget sooner than women, that their love dies more quickly. I have loved no one but you. I may have been unjust, weak, and resentful, but never unfaithful. You alone have brought me to Bath. I have thought and planned for you alone. Have you not noticed? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I would not have waited even these ten days if I could have read your feelings, as I believe you must have read mine. I can hardly write. I am constantly overwhelmed by something. You lower your voice, but I can hear the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. You are too good, too excellent a creature! You do us justice indeed. You believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe that it is most fervent, most unwavering, in F. W. I must go, uncertain of my fate, but I shall return here or follow your party as soon as possible. A word, a glance, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never." He paused, taking a breath before continuing with the richness of his voice.

Recovering from such a letter was not an easy task. Half an hour of solitude and reflection might have brought tranquillity, but the mere ten minutes that passed before she was interrupted, with all the constraints of her situation, did nothing to ease her turmoil. Every moment only brought more agitation. It was overwhelming happiness. And before she could fully process the sensations coursing through her, Charles, Mary, and Henrietta entered the room." I couldn't resist the urge to run my fingers through his tousled hair.

"And here we take a break," Leigh added with the loveliest of smiles, closing the book and placing it beside him.

Two periods had passed while I lay on Leigh's lap, listening to his soothing voice reading Jane Austen's "Persuasion" to me. His heavenly voice brought one of my favourite classics to life, alleviating my agony. If only we could stay like this forever, far away from people, far away from hate and rumors, just the two of us, cuddled amidst tall wooden bookshelves filled with various books.