Stolen Identity

Stolen Identity

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication ven., sept. 4, 2015
Laine sat on the bed, her white hospital gown hanging loosely over her fragile body. Her eyes are intense, urgent. Her trembling hands grasp mine and she leans over. "Stop this Sage!" she cries now. "She stole my identity" "Who?" Tears stain her pale cheek. She ignores my question. "It's going to be over. It's too late." she says staring past me. "Laine! " I cry shaking her shoulders. "Tell me whats wrong!" But now that I looked at her, her eyes were blank. Her face expressionless. I had lost her. Sydney lost her sister, Laine, when her sister gets stuck in a trance between the past and present. Everyday Sydney tries to get her sister back, with a new seed of hope desperately trying to grow. However, when Laine let's out a few words about Stolen Identity, Sydney is willing to leave no stone unturned to find out what happened to Laine while she was away, that led her to fall in a dilemma. What she uncovers, leaves her horrified but nothing can stop her from making it right.
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Ares

• MATURE STORY • Sydney couldn't help but give her best friend curious eyes after that encounter, watching the stunning man walk away from the corner of her eyes. She saw how he stopped to stare at her best friend. "Care to explain?" she asked, a small smile beginning to erupt. "We're just friends, barely friends even." Grace told Sydney. "But 'just friends' don't look at each other like that, Grace." ♡♡♡♡♡ Grace Sinclair is a sweet, gentle, florist. She owns her own little flower boutique named 'Daisy-Chains'. Ares is the War of God, he's the James Dean of Olympus, angry eyes and deliciously sinful. Zeus, his father, has had enough, demanding for Ares to start acting like the God that he is, Zeus demands marriage, preferably with Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. Ares decides to pull a classic move on the day of his wedding, 'the run away Groom'. He soon finds himself down on earth in a small little flower store where he meets the temptress he had no idea he'd been waiting for. Grace knows Ares is devastatingly handsome, charming and confident. He is also a conceited, hedonistic playboy, who knows no boundaries. Grace desperately does not want to be attracted to him, but she can't control the overwhelming effect he has on her. Every instinct is telling her to run, to protect herself, so she does, but Ares is not so willing to let her go. He wants her and is determined to have her. She knows she's heading for heartbreak, but how can she run when he won't let her? ♡♡♡♡♡ "I'm going to ruin you. I"ll be your first, and I'll fuck you so thoroughly that I'll be your last, too. You won't want any other man after I've gotten my hands on you. Every last inch of you. You're mine." "I hate you!" she screamed, her eyes lighten with a fierce rage, tears streaming down her face, her fists throwing themselves at his chest repeatedly. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." she cried. "S'agapo." he whispered, gently wiping her tears away.

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