bruises and kisses.

bruises and kisses.

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To them, he's a soft lustful maniac. Walking to class with bruised neck isn't something Demitri would want to feel proud of, at least because he knew why it's there-he knew, but others never. His life get tougher when the rumour about him trying to screw everyone spread around like an open fire. That's when he starts to distant with the crowd, into the world of his own. Their guesses were no other than him playing around all night every day. Little do they know what's really happening behind the curtains. Stray of lights is finally to be seen by Demitri when she came into his life-Josa. "If only I could pull this soul out of me, I would have done it a long time ago. But I'm glad I didn't and couldn't, because if I did, I would never be able to find out there's an angel on earth. Let alone feel how its like being held in her arms." All Rights Reserved LivinFantasy 2018
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She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award

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