I shattered my own soul
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a bundle of love poems, I suspect there are gonna be a lot of bitter love poems but I'll try to include happy ones
and now all your love is wasted, but who the hell was I?~ skinny love
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫
for the people who taught me the things that no one else ever could: thank you. 🎓مكتمِلة
FEEL ME
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𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 | [𝟏𝟖+]
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☆𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 3 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 "Dove, I'm fucking insane when it comes to you. You're mine, every inch, every breath, every sound you make in this room belongs to me" "Next time you laugh for someone else... I'll make sure you're screaming only my name the whole night." Her breath hitched, and his mouth claimed hers hungry, punishing, desperate like he was marking his world. --- 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗕𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗬𝗲𝘁, 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝗞𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗔𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗹, Once a girl full of light and laughter, she had been broken by the cruel betrayal of her first love, left to wander in the darkness of her own pain. And then came 𝗩𝗶𝗱𝘆𝘂𝘁 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. The man the world feared the name that made even the bravest shiver. Quick-tempered, ruthless, sharp with words that could cut deeper than a blade. But with her, he was different. With her, his rage turned to restraint, his sharpness melted into tenderness. To the world he was a storm, but to her he was the calm, the quiet, the only place she could finally breathe. But what makes Vidyut legendary in the underworld isn't just his ruthlessness - it's his Siberian Tiger, 𝗥𝗲𝘅 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. --- This book is connected to my first book, Adarika:His Ignored Bride.
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