Regresa
  • WpView
    Reads 11
  • WpVote
    Votes 3
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, May 1, 2019
Otra vez mas espero absorber tus mentiras solo para ver tu hermosa sonrisa, adoro tu compañía, quiero curar tus heridas, aunque sea yo la que acabe herida, ojala pudieras levantar tu mirada y ver lo que siento por ti, si pudieras confiar de verdad en mi, si pudiera lograr que tus palabras fueran sinceras, ya no tendría que intentar adivinar que es lo que provoca tu tristeza. Por favor dime porque estas enfadado, no lo se siento que todo se a cerrado y ya no se nada de ti y solo puedo llorar sin hacer nada más, no se donde estas se que ya nunca te podre encontrar, por favor vuelve a mi, vuelveme a mentir vuelve a sonreír, me da igual si me haces daño si con eso eres feliz, por favor ven aquí ojala creyeras que de verdad puedes confiar en mi.
All Rights Reserved
#140
sentimientos
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Perfect Storm
  • Caged Instinct
  • Worthy of Love
  • Sadistic Princess
  • This Is A Wasteland
  • Thoughts
  • Childhood Sweethearts
  • Vowels Of Raghuvanshi's

___________________________ "You were mine the second you put your signature on that contract." He looked at me with pure lust and dominance in his eyes. "F*ck you." He smirks and moves closer to me, coming to my side of the booth and caging me against the window. "I'll give you what you want if you do." "And what do I want?" I question, holding eye contact. "My head between your legs." ❀❀❀ "Dating or not... you're still mine." Astoria always thought that the world was set up a certain way. That way being two levels of living. There were the rich people, and then there were the people who could barely afford a pack of ramen noodles. Obviously she was the ladder. She always hated the rich people she would see around the city. They had more money than they needed and didn't think to help the lower people. She was always alone. Her mother died when giving birth to her and her father gave her to her grandmother who died of old age before she could turn 3. She was orphaned and in foster homes her whole life, being alone was all she knew. On top of that her job as an exotic dancer barley covered her bills and she was late 3 months in payment. What was left for her? She had nothing. Until one of the club Clients offers her a deal that may change her life... Read Perfect Storm to find out how this predicament takes place... ❀❀❀ Ratings: #1 Contract - 8|13|2023

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines