Fierce Love

Fierce Love

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Brenda is shy and tries not to call attention to herself but with her red hair, green eyes and freckled face she stands out more than she wants to. Series of events add up to what she can only describe as her miserable boring life. No friends, check, no dad, check and definitely no social life, check. Then her miserable boring life takes a sharp turn revolving around a particular set of grey eyes. Eyes that mean a lot to her even though she'd fantasized about plucking them out sometimes. --------------------- Not really cliche but exiting enough to make you want more. Characters you could easily relate with but won't easily forget. Action packed funny romance werewolf story that you'll love.
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Stalker romance Previously known as Acosador CURRENTLY RE-WRITTING 1 in toxic 6/21/25 1 in dark romance 5/19/25 1 in disturbing 8/18/25 1 in big age gap 7/1/25 1 in physiological 7/27/25 The argument didn't escalate. Liam doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't need to. When he's angry, the room gets smaller. The oxygen vanishes. Your own heartbeat betrays you. And when he left the room, slamming the heavy door behind him, I stood there for hours, unmoving. Not because I didn't want to move-but because I didn't know if I was allowed to. That night, he didn't sleep beside me. And I unraveled. I went through three different outfits. I brushed my hair seventy times. I practiced walking with books on my head like Rosa used to force me to do when i behaved badly. I whispered apologies into the dark, unsure if he could hear me. But he must have. Because in the morning, he was in the kitchen, making coffee like nothing happened. And when I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his back, he sighed and said, "There's my good girl."

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