Ambre, Mon Coeur
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AMBRE:
I press my palm to my aching head as I park my car in my driveway. I slip my heels off and head towards my house. I sluggishly swing my purse. left, right, left, right. I reach inside my purse for my keys when I hear a commotion behind the door that makes me stop dead in my tracks. Oh. My. God. I felt a sharp pain rip through my chest as if a dagger were being plunged deep into my heart. It was Imaginary but it felt all too real. The beginning of a crazed sob threatened to burst out my mouth."French: Est-il vraiment sérieux?! baise le!!"// English: Is he really serious?! Fuck him!!
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EZRA:
"I'm so nervous, damn it" I murmur to myself. I wipe my sweating palm on my grey slacks. The Boss will see right through me and send me right on my way. An incapable man with a stuttering issue. I sigh a jagged sigh. Oh lord, take me now.
AUTHORS NOTE: A somewhat twisted Romance.
Ambre is strong. She doesn't indulge in distractions. At least she tries not to. Work is her top priority. The only people her heart loves are her sisters. But when one of them begins to be the problem will she pull through?
BWWM ROMANCE
⚠Mature scenes⚠
⚠Crude words⚠
⚠Violence⚠
Started: April Something 2021😭💀
Ended: ??
COVER: Made by my sweet, caring, and beautiful little sister 🥰@Michelleyaa123🥰
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