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Hi there, I'm Momoka!
I've always wanted to give poetry a try, so why not now? I thought it would be a good idea to have an outlet for whatever swamp-like state my brain is in.
I also want to mention a quick [TRIGGER WARNING] as many poems contain mentions of darker subjects. If you are sensitive to those subjects then please, discretion is the better part of valour!
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Diavolo
She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."Zakończone
Enanan's Poetry Journal ☆彡
Hello there and welcome to a different style of story compared to my usual ones, called 'Enanan's Poetry Journal' Despite not really liking poetry as a subject, I find sometimes with certain topics in my mind my pen flows smoother and suddenly I have poems written, so I hope that I can entertain you with these few short ones, and hey, maybe there might be a few future story hints in these poems, so keep an eye out! :) New poems will be uploaded every 2-3 weeks!! Started: 21st March 2024 Finished:
If Not Now , Then When?
[featured 4x] A palate of poems. {Some simple words mean really deep. We use them without knowing their true worth... I portray such simple words in my poems.} {You will find long poems, In simple words. Some short ones, And a few deep thoughts} {If not now Then when? Words are crops, we plough. Memories are sand, ashen} ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ This collection of poems is a souvenir of my journey through the range of emotions I feel every day and of how I view the world around me . {Sometimes I lack zeal, Sometimes I don't. Sometimes I don't feel, Anything and everything feels unknown.} ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ 🥇1st place in best book cover in starry sky mini awards... 💫 cover credits - @bl_AcK_zE_rO ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ If you are reading this book somewhere else other than WATTPAD. it's not safe!! Your device is under threat. Please report that site!!! ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ Most impressive ranking #3 in poetry out of 261K on( 1st - 3rd August 2021) #1 in poeticjustice out of 1.4K #1 in poesia out of 12.3K #1 in poembook out of 10.7 K #1 in thoughtsandfeelings out of 9.97 K #1 in poetrycollection out of 22.4K #8 in poem out of 156K on 1st to 6 th July #1 in thoughts out of 73.6 KZakończone
Mind {Prose Vol. 2}✔
❝In my mind, there is pain. I am exhausted. I feel defeat from my hair tips to my feet- my body feels the stress weighing down on my shoulders. I try and try every day, but nothing seems to go my way. In my mind, there is pain, yet I try because one day, I will feel great. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my observations and perspectives, some full of laughter and fun, others painful and dark, suffocating, leaving me with nowhere to run. ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ A collection of unedited poems I wrote extemporaneously (ages 16-18), as well as a chockfull of quotes. This books contains my: Poems 105- & Quotes 96-175. Formerly known as: ❛My Poems and Quotes Book (Vol. II),❜ 2017-2020. Volume Two of My Poems and Quotes. Feel free to check out Volume I, labelled as ❛Body,❜ on my profile. Don't forget to vote and comment; I love engaging with you guys! :D ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿Zakończone
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓|❀| 𝟏𝟖+
.ೃ࿐𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓐𝓕𝓘𝓐 𝓑𝓞𝓢𝓢 & 𝓗𝓘𝓢 𝓢𝓘𝓝𝓕𝓤𝓛 𝓐𝓓𝓓𝓘𝓒𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝.ೃ࿐ ᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ "I'm starting to think you enjoy pushing my limits, il mio bel piccolo fiore," he grits out through clenched teeth, exerting just the right amount of pressure on the hand he has wrapped securely around my throat-enough to make my pulse race. I fight the urge to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head from the sheer dominance of him, determined to hold my composure. Instead, I flash him a slow, taunting smile from beneath my lashes. A silent, fuck you. My lack of reaction urges him to press harder and his grip tightens. A strangled moan betrays me, slipping past my lips. My eyes widen, and his chuckle is dark, amused. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he taunts, tilting his head, reveling in my torment. "Or is it that you want to piss me off?" he whispers, gaze flicking to my parted lips. "Tell me, bloom," he growls, "do you want me to devour that sweet little pussy of yours until you finally understand who you belong to?" His voice is a dangerous promise, sliding over me like silk and steel, eliciting a quiet gasp as he traces his lips along the tender skin of my ear. His lips trail down, ghosting over the sensitive slope of my neck and my pulse flutters as a response. I inhale sharply-just as he latches onto a certain spot. And I choke, knees weakening. What the hell have I gotten myself into? ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ What happens when a ruthless, all-powerful Mafia Don becomes fixated on a stripper with more secrets than scars? She defies him. He takes what's his. But with the past rising to drag them under, one question remains: Will they survive each other, or burn beautifully together? ❥Read to find out-and don't forget to check the tags❥.
Melancholy
She hated them. They loved her with everything in them. The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child. Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second. That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her. The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she. ~~~ I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled. If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic. I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him. "Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace. He was it for me. But I wasn't his.Zakończone
GOD'S EYE
I lived out of a van and wherever the wheels took me was my home. I danced with drunkards at the local country bar and I smoked cigarettes, staining them with my black cherry lipstick. I always had my head in the clouds, because I was a free spirit; my spirit was pure and I lived one day at a time. I was a lonely poet, constantly seeking for more but failing to put it in the right words. I knew that he was the one for me, from the very moment that I set my eyes on him. He was the kind of man I pictured to take my innocence. His tall and strong build made my small one feel safe around him, as if he were a shield from all the terrible things that the world could throw at me. Those big hands of his, God, I could imagine just the pleasure they could bring to me. The fact that he drank green tea, read the newspaper every dawn, that salt 'n' pepper hair of his, those aged lines on his face- he was like art; to me, he transcended poetry. I wore my emotions on my sleeves and he saw right through me, as he did with every other person. He read me like he did those words on the front page of his newspapers, but I didn't care. I wanted him to be my hero and I wanted to belong to him. I wanted him to take me in his arms and whisk me away, strip me of every bit of innocence even if it ruined me. It's true what they say, 'be careful what you wish for'. I hadn't known that a man like him was no saviour, even though he had warned me, I was in too deep already, too naïve and too in love with what I saw- that I had no idea the ruin that lay ahead as Massimiliano Esposito's woman. Poetry- as it had for all other great poets- led me to my destruction.Zakończone
HIS LIGHT ELEMENT
[***WARNING**18+] This story contains abusive contents such as dark romance, torture,violence, abuse, and etc. If you are not comfortable with these type of things feel free to leave. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is my first book... I'm still learning but I hope you enjoy xoxo. -Author •Ivy Jade Harper• A woman who doesn't take disrespect from nobody and will put you in your place. Being a hard working lady and hoping to meet hers goals will all be stopped by the devil himself. •Dimitri Russo• A dangerous mafia king who could kill you with a word that comes from his mouth. Once he comes across Ivy Jade he knows that she will be his no matter what. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " What did I tell you Ivy?" he asked while wiping of the blood from his knuckles. " Y-you killed him." I whispered, my voice being to scared to say it out loud. " That's not the answer to my question." He said darkly, making me shiver at his words. " Now what did I tell you?" " Th-that I am yours." I answered. "And what else?" He asked. " And that I should not let nobody touch what's yours." I answered cowardly. "And what do you go and do my love?" He asked once again. " I went and let somebody touch what's yours." I said. He chuckled and looked at me evilly. "Now I have to teach you a lesson." He said ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A BWWM STORY HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in obsession #1 in intense #1 in blackwoman #1 in psyco #1 in sadistic #1 in crazy @theteahoney ©️ALL COPYRIGHTS RESERVEDZakończone
Trapped
I watched as he walks closer to me making take a step back, his green eyes has darken and filled with rage I continue to step back but was soon stopped by the wall I started to tremble in fear. " Wanna say that again love?" He says towering over me, I couldn't speak I opened my mouth but nothing came out he was going to hurt me " Love.. I don't like to repeat myself I'm not a very patient man but if you don't give me an answer there is going to be blood on this floor and it's not going to be mine" he says calmly I couldn't hold back tears no more "You can't just come and own me like some piece of property!" I sobbed looking everywhere else but him I spoke up again " I'm not yours and never will be-" I was cut of by a hand gripping around my neck lifting me off the ground my hands immediately started trying to pull off his hand around my neck, but he didn't budge. " who said you had a choice" he says looking deep into my eyes, I slowly felt my throat closing up I tried harder to get his hand away but he was too strong I started to get less and less air "I'm going to say this once so listen close" my lungs start to burn as he leans in my ear " you're mine and mine only " He says before dropping me onto the ground I fell on my knees breathing greedily for air..... Alani Jones has a terrible past that is wanted to keep in the dark but that doesn't last when she finds out that her best friend's brother, has his eye on her, weather she likes it or not she is his and no one can tell him different.
Motivational Poems
Regular updates every Saturday. Hey there my dear poem lovers! I am DrishKing008. I have been writing lots of poems for so much time. I just thought it was time I actually started publishing these. So, here I am. This is a collection of my original motivational poems that will motivate and inspire you. Most of these poems are fairly long. So, you have already been warned. I have put a lot of effort into these poems. I hope you enjoy them and get positivity from them. ⚠️⚠️⚠️ DON'T COPY MY WORK⚠️⚠️⚠️ This is all my original work and has my efforts in it. Don't even think about stealing it. I will take this plagiarism of my work really seriously. Don't steal my original work if you don't want to be in serious trouble. I really mean it!!! Okay, Enjoy!!! ------------ One of the poems, 'The First Snowfall' is an honorable mention in the 'Xmas Advent Contest 2022' ------------ This is my first poem collection. So, the starting poems are not as good. I have decided to leave them there as it shows me how much I have grown and prospered in this field. So, if you just wanna read the good poems, I recommend you start from poem 19 or a bit more late. Thanks! ------------- Highest Ranking ------------ #7 IN POETRY ~BEST RANKING YET #1 in longpoems #1 in motivationalpoems #1 in antidepression #2 in motivational #3 in roast #4 in songbookZakończone
𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧
#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✦ 𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𓂃⋆.˚ She was light-too blinding, too pure for a man like him. He was darkness-cursed, dangerous, and utterly obsessed. He was a man of power, feared and worshipped in the same breath, ruling over the world of shadows where morality was a myth and sin was the only language spoken. Love? That was for the weak. He didn't do love. He didn't believe in innocence. Until her. She was untouched by the darkness he thrived in-a vision of purity, a forbidden fruit he had no right to crave. But the devil had never been one to deny himself temptation. And she... she was his greatest one. She should have run. He told her to. Instead, she stayed, unaware that the moment she stepped into his world, she became his. His to ruin. His to cherish. His purest sin. And now, even if heaven came calling-he'd rather burn than let her go.
I̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶ ❝ butterflies and roses ❞
|| FEATURED IN THE OFFICIAL WATTPAD POETRY PROFILE UNDER THE READING LIST "STYGIAN SKIES-DARK"|| - 24/09/2020 ❝It wasn't lethal when you touched me, It was lethal when I tasted your touch. God forbid, it tasted like a blind's first see, Or a painter saturating his paints with a brush, But you hid the intentions behind the blinding halo, And I forced my eyes to shut. ❞ Ostentatious poetry exemplified, opulent prose to epitomize. 🥈 The Budding Stars Awards 🥈 The Watermelon Awards 🥈 The BridgeSociety Poetry Awards Cover by the spectacular @sereneurZakończone
Crescendo
[completed] Where do you go when you can't go home? Simply put, a crescendo is a building of intensity. Jules Calhoun is ready to begin her crescendo; Theo Bryne has been trying to move on from his. When the two come together, will they find the perfect harmony, or will they drown in a clash of discordant notes? Take a peek inside to find out if the soundtrack to the journey on which these two embark ends with a blissful duet or a mournful requiem. This dual perspective novel holds a story of rebellion, loss, love, and finding what truly makes you happy. I hope you'll join me on this next adventure! [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]] Praise from my lovely readers: @docistheboss: "Your writing is so beautiful! It touches every string of emotion in me." @ajokemiowon: "Your updates make my weekends, the fact I know you're gonna update just keeps me going through the week." @ronaeleyoj: "YOUR UPDATES LITERALLY MAKE MY DAY. My day gets ten times better every time I see the notification on my lock screen." As always, thank you to each and every one of you who helps support my most favorite hobby! :) #148 in Romance on 11/20/17! Featured in the Romance Category on 10/31/17! All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or copied without the expressed written permission of the author. If you are reading this work in any format other than the one presented here, you and whoever reproduced it are in violation of US and international copyright laws. Please inform me of any instances of my work appearing outside of my Wattpad profile. Thank you. This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead) or events is simply coincidental. All characters, names, places, businesses, events, and incidents are products of my wild imagination. Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.Zakończone
PENNED DOWN
Don't go by the cover, go by the badges of victory! What's Special? 😉 A book of poetry for all of your moods and genres, just look in brackets and choose the one that fits your mood. Be it mini poems or reverse - haiku, sonnet or acrostic. Be it a dirge or a realization or even a bunch of musings - friendship goals or mad love, a dash of horror perhaps? You're at the right place 👉 💙July is Free contest winner. 💜May is blooming contest winner. 💚 @BeyondSol Poetry Contest Winner . Free the soul, free the poetry. Let the ink bleed into your words. Be fearless, reckless, bold, be a poet! My collection of poems. My dreams, desires and aspirations.Zakończone
Poems
Full of poems that I've written, am writing, will write. Maybe mostly about life and others are deep stuff and more... Some are happy and some are sad/dark. Some poem(s) I wrote about or related to a book/movie.etc. Others I wrote as a story in poem form. *checked my old poems recently and GORE, HORROR, BLOOD ALERT for some of the poems near the beginning!! SO maybe best to read my poems from bottom to the top if you mind the stuff^^^ *I think the more recent poems are quite different from the older ones. Some poems you can interpret as you wish :) Hope you'll like the poems!!! Leave a vote if you want or comment your favourite lines or any thoughts about the poem :D Earliest poems date back from March 2018 P.S. sorry for misspelled words and lack of punctuations in the first few poems. And, if you think the poem is about you, do not ask me. Because I will neither admit nor deny ;) Achievements in my eyes(DD/MM/YYYY) 1.01K reads~15/07/2020 1.34K reads & 78 votes~17/052021 1.47K reads & 108 votes~09/072021 1.68K reads~03/032022 2.01K reads~15/112022 2.33K reads~25/07/2023 4.04K reads ~18/09/2025 (Thank you readers!)
Blood Orange Periphery / 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
❝The calm in my marrow spoke in muted bursts of fireworks. I was born for explosions and trying to be less.❞ Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. This collection of selected works was meant to be my final offering- the only thing ready for posthumous publication. Blood Orange Periphery includes poems written in the months preceding the end-that-didn't-happen, some of my best teenage scribbles, and journal entries that chronicle the transition from death-planning to recalibrating life.Zakończone
A Girl in a Forgetful World
This is a collection of all the poetry I have written. Some sadness, some happiness, and a concotion of both. Poetry is my way to vent and let my emotions flow freely. Thanks for checking it out, and I really hope you enjoy what you find! And please -- Feel free to comment any suggestions to my writing! I'm in love with getting criticism (no, I'm not even freaking kidding. I know it sounds weird, but I really am!) I am eager to learn to be a better writer and grow surrounded by those suggestions and wonderful, amazing, awesome readers I have! Thank you guys again so much! It means the world to me! #68- hard (4/6/19) 1K Reads! (10/19/19)Zakończone
Attracted to His Cold
It wasn't really the result I was looking for. In fact, it was even better. I never really thought that this would happen to me. I never believed someone could love, well, me. But they did. He did. And despite his 'reputation', despite his lifestyle, despite everything everyone had ever told me, I loved him just as unconditionally. But will everything stay in harmony? How long will my paradise last for until my past comes back? Will they haunt me? Catch me? Kill me? "Livia? Tiago?" I ask, my voice breaking slightly. If they're here, then.... "Where is he? Where's-" "Gattina." All the breath in my lungs disappear as I turn to find the source of the voice. Half-way through my turn, I can see his dark silhouette at the end of the hallway. When I breathlessly say my next word, it feels as if I can breathe properly again for the first time in over a month. "Lupo." I run towards him without a second thought, sprinting full speed at him, and jump into his awaiting arms. He engulfs me in the warmest hug I've ever felt, entrapping me entirely - not that I mind. I cry in joy at finally being reunited with him as I bury my head into his neck, burrowing myself into him and vowing never to let him go again. Unwrapping myself from him, I look up at into his eyes. They're filled with love and relief, the same emotions I imagine my eyes are filled with. That quickly changes when his face contorts into one of pain. "Cole?" my brows furrow in confusion. He lets out a pained and strangled noise before he drops to his knees, collapsing at my feet. I gasp when I see Viktor behind him, holding a bloodied knife. A/N: Hey guys. Be prepared for dark themes, mature language, mature scenes, and so much more. Enjoy the roller-coaster, you are locked in... - Potential PTSD triggers! - BDSM themes! - Mentions of rape. - Mentions of abuse. - Mentions of torture. - Gun play! - Knife play! - Dark kink! (Warnings will be put at the beginning of potential trigger chapters)Zakończone
The Mafia's Mercy
The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of alcohol in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because...the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. *** My name is Mercy-Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel-Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me that he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug of a brother. I was vulnerable-naive. My name is Mercy, and I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am The Mafia's Mercy. ⚠️ Content Advisory: This is a DARK Romance novel, in every sense of the word. It DOES contains DARK themes that may be triggering. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised.Zakończone![Heart of Ruin - Stone and Fire #3 [17+]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/382983862-256-k806002.jpg)
Heart of Ruin - Stone and Fire #3 [17+]
They tell me love is a pretty lie. A cruel deception. I wouldn't know-I've never been given the chance to believe in it. A daughter of the Cosa Nostra, passed from one husband to the next like a prized possession, I have learned one thing: a woman's value is measured in obedience. But then I come back, and he's there. Enzo Mancini. Silent. Ruthless. Untouchable. Except... I have touched him. Once, before the lies. Before the fire. Before he left me with nothing but ghosts of a boy who used to stare at me like I was his only sin. Now, he looks at me like I'm his reckoning. Like he's been starving. Like he'll ruin me all over again. The worst part? I want him to. Enzo Mancini She was never supposed to know the truth of that night. The blood on my hands. The fact that I let her believe I was the monster. I told myself I could let her go. That I could watch her slip through my fingers, fall into the hands of men who never deserved her. And I did. She doesn't know what I've done for her. How many bodies I've buried. How many sins I've committed in her name. She's everything I should stay away from. Soft where I am hard. Chaos where I am order. A temptation so dangerous, it should be a death sentence. But I can't stop. I can't stop watching her, wanting her, losing sleep over the way she lingers like a curse in the nightmares she inhabits. She calls me heartless, and like everyone, I let her believe it. She doesn't know that every step she takes away from me is another step toward a man who won't live long enough to touch what's mine. I saved her from the fire long ago, the same one I caused. And now, the flames are swallowing me whole. 17+ Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*
She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."
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