His Woman

His Woman

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His Woman. "Hi, I'm Yours. Are you Mine?" She shamelessly asked that startled him and made him blushed hard. ♦ STORY INFORMATION: She is the school's beauty. The prim and proper. You say, a damsel in distress? A weak lady whose waiting for her knight-in-shining-armour? Or a royal prince? The cold and aloof terrifying man. The god-like beauty who would not spare you a single glance. You say, his heart is not an ice but rather a stone that can't be melt? Ah', okay? ♦♦♦ ***NOTE: This story will be written in TAGALOG-ENGLISH. @LyraejR_LYRAEXEL
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Excerpt: "I hate you! I scream walking backwards. "No you don't mami." he replies smirking and walking towards me. "Don't call me that." I say. Him calling me mami just does somethings to me. As I say this I hit the wall behind me. Crap I think. Trapping me against the wall he asks, "don't call you want mami, mami?" His cool breath fanning my face and that oh so familiar smirk stretches his. Weakly I reply, "I hate you Juan Manuel." "So who do you love then, that little boy from school." he ask kissing my cheek. Thinking it will make him jealous I agree. "Yeah that him. thats who I love. But it doesn't make him jealous, instead it makes him chuckle. "Wrong novio, you love me, just as I love you." With that he slowly grabs me by my waist, pulls me towards him and kisses me deeply and passionately. And not one moment do I fight the kiss or try to correct him. Because the words that escaped his month were nothing but the truth. Love stories in a love story.

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