🚨 This story CAN be read alone, however, it IS a SEQUEL! To have a better understanding of this story, I recommend reading it's predecessor, The Playgirl!🚨
Hope Edwards is all grown up and can't seem to find Mr. Right. Every failure, making her more and more obsessed with finding love.
Her best friend, EJ, has been in love with her for as long as he can remember. He has sat back and watched all of her attempts at true love go up in smoke, all-the-while, hiding his feelings from her.
When Hope gets involved with Robbie, her next-door neighbor, EJ decides to step up and throw his hat in the ring.
Can EJ ignite a flame between them before it's too late or will Hope fall victim to the hands of her sadistic boyfriend?
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"What are you saying, EJ?"
His face was sullen. He almost looked hurt. In the, damn near, three decades I had known him, I had never seen him like this.
"He's not who you think he is, Hope."
Inside, I knew he was right, but outside, I was enraged. "You know nothing, EJ. Lay off!" I turned to leave, but he grabbed my wrist, causing me to stop.
"Hope...," his words trailed off.
I whipped around to face him once more. "No, EJ! He is a good guy! You're just jealous because you haven't found someone to love yet!"
He looked deep into my eyes as if he was peering into my soul. "Yes, I have..."
I was caught off guard. "What?" I asked, confused as to why this was the first time I was hearing about it. "What do you mean, you have? Who..."
EJ cut me off. "I'm in love with you, Hope."
Before I had time to register his words, he hooked one arm around my waist, pulling me into him. While reaching his other hand up and lightly cupping my cheek. His crystal blue eyes bore into mine, mesmerizing me.
"Hope Elizabeth Edwards, I have been in love with you my whole life and I can't go another day without making you mine."
🚨⚠ This story contains very mature themes, crude language, LGBTQ material, violence, abuse and BDSM. ⚠🚨
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A girl with dreams too big for the world she's trapped in, her heart full of hopes for freedom. But fate has other plans. There's someone out there... her shadow, who sees her not just as a dreamer, but as a prize to claim.
He makes her believe she's winning, but in the end, he always pulls her deep into his darkness.
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
Puppet :
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He destroyed me. Tore me apart until there was nothing left to save. I can't... I can't even breathe without feeling his shadow suffocating me. He stole everything-my dreams, my peace. And now, he's chasing me. Why? To crush what's left? To make me his toy? Or worse... his love?
I don't know if he wants me as his puppet to torment or his love to possess, but either way, he's unraveling me. No matter how far I run, his presence clings to me, pulling me back into his darkness each time deeper than before.
Puppet Master :
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She doesn't even realize how beautiful she is when she's broken. My fragile, trembling little Doll. She thinks she can run, but she belongs to me. Her innocence calls to me like a melody I can't stop listening to, so pure, so unaware of how deeply she's already mine.
Oh, let her try to escape-it only makes the hunt sweeter. I love the way she trembles, the fear in her eyes when she realizes she can't outrun her devil. I'll let her break a hundred more times, let her feel the weight of her hopeless escape. And when she's nothing but shattered glass, I'll mold her into what she was always meant to be. Mine... utterly and completely mine.
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