No Escaping You
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MatureOngoing6m
Last published Mon, May 19, 2025
"Hello," she started as she approached the stunned man. "It's been far too long. I told you I'd find you darling." She finished with a cunning smile that still made his heart race.
"H-How?" The man stuttered in question. A year could've passed since he last saw her and it was still too soon. His mind raced with unanswered questions of how she found him while his body wanted to feel her lips on his skin again. No matter how conflicted he was, this woman was simply evil. He'd been so naive before but not now. He knew who she was and what she was capable of and there was no way he'd ever go back willingly.
"You forget my power darling but no worries, I'll make sure you never forget again." She promised as her smile disappeared and her eyes darkened in anger.
At an older age, Holden Reeves fell in love with a gentle yet demanding young woman. Their love was something out of a fairytale. Until he saw something he wasn't supposed to see. In fear, he ran away hoping to never see her again but still longing for her touch. He didn't expect her to hunt him down but he would soon find out how determined she was to keep him be her side.
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