I'am Bad Boy

I'am Bad Boy

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Mar 8, 2020
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Fiction
Romance
Pasaron varios años desde que la vida de Dylan Johnson dio un giro inesperado. Despertando nuevos sentimientos, nuevas emociones, nueva vida. Él no eligió ser así, la vida no jugo a su favor. Su personalidad poderosa y cortante intimidaba a cualquiera que crucé frente a él. El amor era inexistente para él, solo tenía ojos para su amada, la cuál ya no estaba, la asesinaron de la manera mas cruel, la culpa lo asecha. Decide vengar a su amada, pero descubre algo que jamás pensó. -¿Tú? ¿Tú lo hiciste? -Intentaba contener las lágrimas. -Sí, fui yo. tanto tiempo, ¿Cómo has estado? -Una sonrisa se dibujo en su rostro, una sonrisa que quería eliminar para siempre. No puedo creer que él fue quién asesino a mi amada, no puedo creer que a pesar de nuestra relación, él decidió hacer tal atrocidad... La pregunta es, ¿Por qué lo hizo?
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Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.

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