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Angels don't cry

Angels don't cry

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Apr 2, 2020
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Muchas personas dicen que lo más doloroso en la vida es presenciar la muerte de un ser querido. Sin embargo, lo que nadie sabe es que hay algo todavía peor. El dolor de que el amor de tu vida reencarne, pero sin memorias de su vida pasada, la agonía de que te haya tocado conocerle de nuevo, pero te persiga la impotencia de no poder huir del tormento. Ahora es un ángel guardián y no se irá hasta que haya cumplido su misión. Pasar tiempo con él es tan grato como doloroso y es seguro que es un suicidio para la cordura de cualquiera. En algún momento las lágrimas acabaran por secarse y el anhelo de que sus sentimientos sean mutuos incrementará, el deseo que demostrase aunque sea un poco de melancolía o empatía... como antes, pero los ángeles no lloran, ¿o sí?
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"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?

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