RECLAIM-What I Lost -||-SR Love Story-||-
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  • Reads 78,494
  • Votes 2,446
  • Parts 85
  • Time 16h 33m
Ongoing, First published May 14, 2018
Mature
Where two ex- childhood bestfriends try to fight their unfathomable love they have for each other after an unexpected incident at Survivor Series, which tore their lives apart...
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He pulled me by my neck until our lips were dangerously close to each other, "No matter whatever you do babe..", he sneered looking at my eyes with his angry, hurt, lustful, regretful ones, "..Im gonna reclaim whats mine and only MINE!..", his eyes fell on my lips which was trembling in fear, "And reclaim every inch of you..", he gripped my hair making me whimper, "I'll reclaim YOU..", his brown orbs once again met my blue ones, "I will reclaim what I lost!"
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A sexy chuckle from a man came quietly from behind me and I tensed noticeably. "What are you doing back here? No one is aloud back here but WWE members." I winced, too scared to turn around to face the man behind me. "Uhh looking for my dumb-ass friend who dragged me back here, well she ran back here and I followed but either way my dumb-ass friend is somewhere back here and soo yeah. Please don't call security . . ." I shrugged. "On me anyway." The guy laughed. "I won't call security," I sighed in relief, "now why don't you turn around so we can introduce each other, and also its rude to talk to someone with your back turned." I sighed and slowly turned around to face the guy, hesitantly looking up from the floor, I stopped breathing at the sight of him. 'Oh god . . .' Dean Ambrose . . .