Conjuga-me
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Valentina não é a personificação de mansidão e gentileza e Vincent definitivamente não é o arrogante e preconceituoso que se apresenta ou apenas representa. Bem-vindo leitor! Acomode-se para conhecer um pouco sobre Valentina Sodenha e Vincent Lipphaus. Espero que não se interesse por essa história esperando uma leitura comum, porque nem tudo na vida são flores... Não crie expectativas, porque Vincent perdeu todas as suas, e tirou as de Valentina. Em uma sociedade machista, corrupta e preconceituosa é difícil manter a esperança, ou melhor, é difícil surgir um amor que não seja abalado pela disputa de poder. Talvez eles tentem... e talvez eles consigam, mas até quando? A riqueza indigna e a pobreza digna podem se unir? A humildade e o orgulho podem ser um só? Tire suas próprias conclusões. Será se Vincent ouvirá alguma vez Valentina Conjugar seu nome?
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His lips were soft at first, before a roughness took over and he pressed his body to mine. My hands instantly go to his hair as he cups my cheek with his hand as the other turns into a fist next to my head. A sigh leaves his mouth, like this is something he's waited his whole life to do and now he finally has, he can relax. His body feels hot against my own and I itch to get his clothes off of him. His fingers drag down my cheek, over the curve of my breasts and under my ass. He lifts me up, pressing my back against the wall and holding underneath me for support. I wrap my legs around his waist, squeezing him against me. ------------------ Leona Von Ackerman was hurt by the person she loved the most. It hurt her soul, body and mind. Preece Logan was destroyed by the only person he ever found himself loving. He never recovered. When Leona needs extra tutoring for the chemistry exam she failed, she is enlisted with the help of a very sarcastic, rude boy. After one badly worded question, Leona makes it her life mission to hate Preece. But when sexual attraction and secret hook ups get involved, things get confusing for both Leona and Preece. Soon, hate moulds into love and the walls encasing both of their hearts come crumbling down. They promise themselves, no more broken hearts.

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