Morbid And Beautiful
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Last published Tue, Mar 22, 2022
Morbid and Beautiful- It means "How Could I Live Without You?" Which is polished into a more earnest, poetic term.
This story is about two best friends that fell in love with each other. But something happened because of which he left. Moving on from the past, she decided to forget him, but then he came back only to leave her again. But we all know that when you love someone, you can not live without them. It's their fate that brings them together once again to face the challenges, clear misunderstandings and love unconditionally.
It's hard not to fall for your best friend, but who knew what he was. What will happen when Elena Rosewood will know the actual truth behind her past, and will cross paths with him again but this time as CEO of an international company? Will he be able to take away her pain or be the reason for it?
On one hand, Elena being nerdy, shy, delicate and beautiful to sassy, confident, bold and hot. And on the other, he being possessive, jealous, hot and full of secrets. Let's see if love will be able to bind them together and make them realize that they can't live without each other.
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"WHAT THE HELL ?" I yelled as he pulls me gently towards him.
"You know, you can't get away from me." He shouted angrily as I try to break free.
"What did you think huh? That you'll come back in my life and I'll fall for your charms?" I said and continue.
"NO. That is not how things work you idiot." I yelled making his hold on me tight.
"No matter what Elena you were always mine and this time I'll do everything right and never let you go." He whispered, coming closer.
"Well, mister it is not me but you who always leave... You are 6 years too late... too late." I said reminding his mistakes and the pain he caused me every time.
With this said he let go of me and I see guilt and love clear in his eyes.
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"They say you're innocent, pure, a virgin-but I know you touch yourself every single day, thinking of me." Her back arched instinctively against me. Breath caught. "L-Lucian, I..." she whispered, trembling, hands clutching at me as if to push me away. I smirked darkly. "Cat got your tongue, gattina? Tell me... do you dream of me every night?" "I... I don't..." she stammered, heat crawling up her neck, her body betraying her despite the words. My smirk deepened. "So... if I slip a finger under your dress, you're telling me it's not soaked underneath?" Her gasp, sharp and unguarded, made my chest tighten. Knees threatening to buckle, every shiver, every ache-utterly exposed. I leaned closer, lips brushing her ear. "You're mine, gattina. Don't you forget it." ⸻ Isabella Rose Ledesma, 22, should have had a simple life: nursing school, exams, late-night study sessions with her best friend. She wasn't supposed to be noticed. Not by him. Lucian Dominic Vitale, 25, is whispered about with fear across continents. Cold-blooded, calculated, untouchable. A man who built his empire on violence, who bends the world with nothing but a word-and now, he's set his sights on her. One night, in the quiet shadows of a hospital hallway, he saw her-not just her face, not just her body, but the fire inside her. She didn't know it then, but that night, she became his-his weakness, his obsession, his possession. Even when he disappears without a trace, leaving only the memory of ice-blue eyes and ruthless control, Isabella realizes men like Lucian don't vanish. They haunt. They follow. They claim. Across cities, across oceans, he watches every move she makes-every stolen smile, every soft gasp, every secret thought. Lucian doesn't just want her heart. He wants her mind. Her body. Her soul. And when he comes back, Isabella will learn the truth: You don't run from the devil once he calls you his kitten. You kneel.
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