Notan
  • WpView
    Reads 8
  • WpVote
    Votes 2
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
WpMetadataReadOngoing5m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Apr 18, 2024
WpInfo
Fiction
Romance
He used to be a prince charming, now he has a black should, black mind, black heart. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° I had a single plan. To finish Stormdale Royal School and get out of here without looking back. One glance from the town's king flames my plan up to fumes. One look at him and I'm on fire. One first sentence from Damon King. "run and don't look back, little fox." That's all it takes to make my life blow into chaos. Because being wanted by him is wild. But being hated by him? Its menacing.
All Rights Reserved
#829
lanadelrey
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Queen of the West
  • My Letter To The Stars
  • Happy Hour (A Romantic Comedy)
  • BURNING PASSION | BOOK 1✔️
  • Haven's Knight (Sample of Published Book)
  • Violet's Delight
  • The Gangleader {#Wattys2017} ✔️
  • A Lovable Disaster
  • Tainted✓
  • In due time (Completed)

"You don't belong in this world of mine," Liam whispered, his lips inches from mine. "But I'm selfish, and I can't let you go." "I want to stay," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'm falling for you too, Liam." - I should be sneering, laughing even. How blind could he be? Liam Sterling-the killer, master manipulator, the ruthless, untouchable king of New York's underworld-brought to his knees by the one woman sworn to tear him apart. For years, revenge was all I had. Liam destroyed my family, tore my life apart, leaving me with nothing but rage. I rebuilt myself piece by piece, every step driven by the thought of making him pay. But then... I got close to him. Close enough to touch. His touch is fire, burning through every wall I've built. Each kiss, every stolen moment, weakens my defenses, awakening a need that terrifies me. How can I want him like this? Crave him, when every scar I carry is a reminder of all he's taken? I should hate him. I should destroy him. But when he looks at me, when he holds me like I'm something he needs to protect, I'm lost. And as I watch him break, all I feel is a strange, hollow ache where satisfaction should be. How can I keep fighting him, when I'm already falling, already broken, for the man I was supposed to ruin?

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines