M For Mischief

M For Mischief

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WpMetadataReadConcluida sáb, sep 9, 201716m
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"Please let her go. She did nothing wrong." I say. "No. You love her more than you have ever loved me and you've known me longer that her." Pandora exclaims. I look over to Aadya who is tied up and is nearly drowning. I decide to tell the truth."Fine. I may have left what we had but that doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about it. You were my first love, and you always will be. Now my love for you has changed. It's not a relationship love. . .it's a sister love. Sister love is far more powerful than any other love besides true love. Please let Aadya go. She is my true love and your my sister love. "You lied about loving me, and then left me. What kind of person does that." Pandora cries. I know what I did was wrong and you shouldn't forgive me. At that time my head wasn't in the right place.
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My Angel

You would hate me if you knew my truth," I whispered. The words flew out of my mouth, my heart shattering in the process. "What happened to you was not your fault. Don't blame yourself. It doesn't matter to me. All I want is you," he confessed, pressing his lips ever so gently on mine. If only he knew the whole truth. He wouldn't be saying those words to me. I will only hurt you in the end, Alessio" I murmured against his lips. I'Il take my chances," he fired back. "Alessio- He cut me off with a bruising kiss. Closing my eyes, I absorbed his kiss as my lips moved against his. Slightly pulling away, his fingers tightened on my braid. "It's me who isn't worthy of you, Ayla. I have blood on my hands. I have killed so many people that I have lost count. I'm a monster, Alya I'm not a good man. But you...you are perfect. You're an Angel ***** What truth is she possibly talking about? Find out 💆

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