forsaken

forsaken

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It was already night, and she was resting from work off on her balcony in her apartment on floor 5, the exact middle of the building. Yet she sat there in silence and didn't feel a tiny bit of tiredness. Her gaze was crossing over the street until they met someone's, someone's who seemed familiar. Someone who might have followed her all the way to her little apartment. The one from earlier she thought. It must be him, she thought. Heart in her throat, their gazes met, he looks up to her hands in his pockets. She didn't imagine him. He did was after her after all. Watching her. - Art from pinterest. - ongoing - English is not my first language. I apologize for false grammar. You may correct me if you like ♡
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Stella is in Spain on vacation with her best friend. She went to a club to have fun and to escape the stress but what happens when she meets the eyes of the owner? The cold-hearted mafia boss can't let her out of her sight all night long. She wants her and she is going to get her. That's what she thought. She didn't want the younger girl to know that she's in the mafia but that didn't last long. The moment Stella found out how dangerous Ximena is, she tries to escape. 𖧷𖧷𖧷 I walk faster, my legs trembling, panic surging anew. When i dare a glance over my shoulders, she's there-her silhouette stalking towards me with deadly precision. Run. My mind screams at me, and i break into a desperate sprint. But i don't make it far. Strong hands grab my waist, yanking me back with frightening ease. My body collides with hers, and im suddenly pressed against her chest, warm and unyielding. I struggle, twisting in her grip, but her hold only tightens. "I think we weren't finished in there, were we?" she hisses in my ear, her breath searing against the sensitive skin of my neck.

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