Beast behind the glasses
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He hungrily pushed her so that she leaned by the wall. His pupils darkened as he moved closer.
"Your smell." He hoarsely uttered on her ear as he poked his nose on her hair and planted warm tender kisses on her neck downwards.
She moaned, craving him. Her mind is blurry. This wasn't on her to-do-list. Never has been. She knows this isn't right but she can't escape the bare true feeling she feels that makes her cringe. Not that that doesn't bother her deeply but she is already on the paws of him. She did this herself and now she can't walk out.
Drawn in his beastly charms, she obliged.
"Fuck." She groaned as she moved her fingers through his silky dark hair, breathing hard.
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This story is a breakout of the stereotypes and clichès that are on the society and many novels. I wanted to bring out something new and from the idea i have from the book, *you'll get the ideal behind all this.*
As it is always, the bad boy are the 'a mighty' that every lady craves to have and happens to end up with a good girl. But what's about the good boy who no lady notices, nerdy?
What if the good girl he has a crush on doesn't note that nerd, just as how every lady doesn't?
What if a bad girl involuntarily fall for the nerd?
What if something forms?
Will they fall for whatever that has been created between themselves? Will that lead into something solid?
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I hope you enjoy the book as much as i enjoy writing down my ideas.
Thanks for choosing the book.
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She steps around me, hips swaying like a predator's, her helmet fixed forward but her voice stalking me like a shadow. Slowly, deliberately, she slides one gloved hand down the metal tab of her fireproof suit. Her fingers curl around the zipper by her throat. With a tug, it dips lower over her chest. Not just a few inches, no, all the way. The neckline plunges into shadow, nothing hiding the fact that she's crossed the line from race-ready to reckless. From fierce to fucking dangerous. I lean in, my other hand rising. I press my fingers to the collar of her suit. Right at the edge where the zipper ends. Her breath catches, and even through the helmet, I hear it. "You wanna flirt, fine," I say. "But if you're going to look death in the eye and laugh, you better be ready for someone to call your bluff." I drag the zipper back up. "Maybe I want someone to call it," She says silkily. I don't let go of her wrist. Instead, I lean just a little closer, my voice barely a thread. "Then stop hiding behind helmets." -------------------------------------------- Even through the thick smoke, the helmet, through the roar of the engines- he sees her. Not 𝙀𝙡𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚, the composed girl with the gentle eyes and kind smile. 𝙑𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮. The ghost who races like a warning, the myth with steel in her veins. The one who's been haunting the streets and humiliating his crew, one win at a time. And he's obsessed.
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