Between Pride and Fate

Between Pride and Fate

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Kiara is the daughter of Zane and Chloe. She dreams of becoming the leader of the gang but one problem: women aren't aloud to be leaders, and when a boy gets in the way it all sums up..she has to choose between pride of becoming the first female leader or fate between the two being meant for eachother or can she figure a way she could have both... "Kiara I would die for you!" I clenched my fists as I turned my back on him. "Maybe you should of thought about that before you lied to me!" He ran up to me and grabbed my waist. "Who cares what others say about us being rivals? I love you..and I know you love me" I held my breathe. "Damien it's not that easy-" Before I could say anything else he smashed his lips onto mine forcefully.
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"Look at me," he demanded, his voice rough as he pressed her against the clinic wall, his fingers tracing the fresh stitches on her skin. "Tell me to stop." Her breath hitched, the scent of antiseptic and his cologne dizzying. "Make me," Ishika challenged, her lips brushing his jaw-a taunt, a dare. Ayaan's restraint snapped. His mouth crashed against hers, not gentle, not careful-a claiming. The taste of copper and whiskey flooded her senses as she bit his lip, drawing blood. He groaned, his hands sliding down to grip her waist, anchoring her to him like she was the only thing keeping him from drowning. "You ruin me," he growled against her mouth. Ishika laughed, dark and breathless. "Good." Because in their world, love wasn't soft. It was knives and teeth and scars-and she'd carve her name into his soul before she ever let him go.

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