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The Hidden World
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    LECTURAS 45
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    Votos 11
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    Partes 3
  • WpHistory
    Hora 17m
Continúa, Has publicado ene 06, 2022
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He was once normal or so he thought whose to say exactly. Introduced to a new world, a new beginning what will the Xander do when he discovers what he's suppose to do in this new and unfamiliar place.




I have not always been a part of this world it was destiny some might say but I don't believe in that destiny shit.

I follow my own rules I do what needs to be done.

"So this is where my Story begins this is where my tales of adventure, thrill, betrayal and maaaybe a little love begins.
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His mistress

35 partes Concluida

Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.