Dragonflies
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  • Reads 83
  • Votes 4
  • Parts 7
  • Time 1h 8m
Ongoing, First published Feb 27, 2021
When the one to teach history in Crescent High, backs off from his career to pursue something higher; something that he had dreamed of, Mr. Davis, brings in a suspicious lady, Miss Delilah.

Miss Delilah has quite an impressing ability of knowing others without giving much about herself. She wanted to change that about herself and hence took in the offer.

But then, she is met with the daunting pairs of sea-green irises and she knows she  had to get away as soon as possible, for in front of her was standing the biology teacher, and somehow, her past companion whom she held under accusation for everything she had been going through since the last time they met, Mr. Harry Styles.

And, the feelings were mutual; Mr. Styles however held Miss Delilah at fault for everything that actually happened. They have stayed apart for a long time to tighten the anger in their chest so much so that when they collide, it is like a cold war between them.

The day is sunny and bright and beautiful; and under the shade are two mates, who are trying to bring each other down in worst way possible.
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My Moment / / H.S.✔

50 parts Complete

I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.