Criss-Croissants

Criss-Croissants

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At 11:34PM, Alibaba walks in on someone struggling to pry open the cash register, and it's only when Saluja flicks on the lights that Kassim realizes he's been caught. (The new head of the family business, Alibaba begins running the Balbadd Café in downtown New York. If only it could be as simple as that.) [Modern AU, Everyone Lives AU -- Side Note: if anyone ever just wants to talk about AliKass please msg me] Originally Posted: September 25, 2019
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Metanoia

"Black looks good on you, Acacia" My breath hitched as I gradually turned around only to see Damien leaning against the door, smirking at my lingerie-clad figure. His hands tucked deep inside his pockets, his shirt slightly unbuttoned. His thumb playing with the wedding ring on his left hand. A mischievous smirk settled on his lips. A horrified scream left my mouth as I yelled, "D-Damien! Get out!" I covered my chest, almost frantic but he doesn't want me sane, he is driving me crazy! Damien chuckled, lowly, swiftly locking the door, walking closer to me as I moved back, knocking my hairspray down to the ground. His arm wrapped around my bare waist as his hands traced down my back, picking me up and placing me onto the countertop. "Damien, stop" I whispered, lowering my gaze as his fingers slid my strap off my shoulder before his lips trailed down my neck, softly breathing on my sensitive skin. His slender fingers gripping onto my hair, gathering them into a bunch My hands resting on his bare chest before I moved them to his collarbone and his neck. "Save your screams for later, Mrs McKnight" ━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━ Damien McKnight, 23-years-old, famous lawyer, handsome, calm, playful, prudent, and curse words, is like oxygen. Acacia Russell, 21 years old, beautiful, chirpy, softhearted, diligent dentist in training, sensitive, and allergic to curse words. Do opposites really attract? What will happen when both broken souls with traumatic and useless relationship experiences meet? Read to find out! Started: 3rd July 2021 Ended: 18th August 2021 Word count: 80,000 - 90,000 words

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