Rhapsody

Rhapsody

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Her hands fiddle with mine, playing mindlessly with every finger. She places my hand in hers, palm side up, as her index finger takes the time to trace the lines that curve on my skin. "Your hands are so rough." "You've seen me train, Dhalia." She looks up. "But you're so gentle with me." "You say that like it's a bad thing." "I like how kind you are," She softly confesses. "You're so patient with me, so sweet. I like how much taller you are than me, how much stronger." "Shouldn't that be intimidating?" "It should," She agrees. "But it isn't. I just feel that much smaller-a living shadow of my own keeping me safe and protected." "I will always protect you." I promise her roughly. She only smiles, looking at me with such intensity it makes me feel like I've hung the moon and stars for her. "Even when I'm withering away? When I'm just a memory?" The beauty of this girl astounds me, and my lips curve into a smile crafted just for her. "Even then." I promise in a whisper. ❀❀❀ Surviving a sex trafficking ring, Dhalia Jackson turned Dhalia Choi finally feels like her life is worth living. Her forgotten life off the grid seems more in the present than she'd like to realize, and when her past comes back to haunt her, Dhalia must make a sacrificing choice that will determine the rest of her future. Jase Ramirez lives the simple life-almost. Getting his degree in psychology and behavioural science, as well as his PHD in behavioural psychology, Jase believed his life was set up on a different path. One filled with therapists and trauma clinics to help the ones who needed it the most. Instead, he finds himself working as a bodyguard for a billionaire, a job that tests his teachings everyday. When Jase and Dhalia meet, all seems right with the world. An enthralling friendship that seems to push and pull both of them, leaving them with uncovered feelings and oblivious thoughts. Until it doesn't.
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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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