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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨π₯π₯𝐒𝐬�𝐒𝐨𝐧 | 18+ by AuthorReyanka
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βπ€ππ―πšπ’π­ 𝐬𝐒𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐒𝐚 & 𝐌𝐒𝐀𝐬𝐑𝐚 π’π’π§π π‘πšπ§π’πšβž I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 π—Œπ—π–Ίπ—‡π–½π–Ίπ—…π—ˆπ—‡π–Ύ } | | Mature content 18+| |
𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖒 π–™π–π–Š π•―π–Šπ–†π–‰ 𝖙𝖔 𝖆 π•³π–Šπ–†π–—π–™π–‡π–Šπ–†π–™ by thisusernamistakenis
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"𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖒 π–™π–π–Š π•―π–Šπ–†π–‰ 𝖙𝖔 𝖆 π•³π–Šπ–†π–—π–™π–‡π–Šπ–†π–™". Lucian Devereux, a three-century-old vampire who belongs to the third generation, is unexpectedly forced to leave his beloved castle along with his siblings to move into Ashford: a ghost, hidden town with several dark secrets. Not only are Eleanor, Edmund, and Lucian bound to abandon their home forever-but they are also ordered to attend Harmony Grove High School with the purpose of mingling in mundane human society. Their millennial creators, Alaric and Seraphina, maintain an excuse for each single one of their orders. However, the centenary siblings are already old enough to suspect a possible deception. Are their creators telling the truth-or is there something else behind their radical change of life? Change of life? The siblings' fate might go far beyond that-it might be the beginning of one. "From The Dead To a Heartbeat" --- INFORMATION ABOUT THE NOVEL'S NARRATION: The present novel is mostly narrated by Lucian Devereux: a teenage vampire born in the 18th century. His way of thinking, speaking and behaving is according to his era. --- DISCLAIMER! Such novel contains scenes of violence, strong language, sexuality and a lot of blood. Read under your own responsibility. --- Without further ado: "𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖒 π–™π–π–Š π•―π–Šπ–†π–‰ 𝖙𝖔 𝖆 π•³π–Šπ–†π–—π–™π–‡π–Šπ–†π–™".
Mia ChΓ©rie by SabbiePar
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Mia Cherie X Aaron Valentino I gasp into his mouth, my hands fisting in his soaked shirt, pulling him closer, needing him closer and needing to feel every inch of him against me. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I moan, my knees going weak. But he doesn't let me fall. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me up, grounding me, anchoring me to him. The rain pours down around us, but all I feel is heat, his body pressed against mine and his hands in my hair, on my back, everywhere. When he finally pulls back, we're both panting, our foreheads pressed together. "You're mine" he murmurs, his voice rough and possessive. "Say it." "I'm yours" I whisper. "Say it again." "I'm yours, Aaron." Tropes: Badboy x Goodgirl Rich mmc x scholarship student fmc Kill anyone who touches her (literally) πŸ‘€ HEA