Shadows of Forbidden Hearts
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Last published Wed, Apr 10, 2024
an individual who has to execute their emotions cause that's what they have originated for, they build hold disapproval of every door which lead to an emotion called "love " , but when north and south meet they seem to search for a glance of each other
when he looks in her eyes , he seems to discover every emotion that enrages him and she , masks the admiration that she has for him
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"do you really mean that ? do you really don't love me ?"
she step forward near him and whisper
"if you don't love me prove it to me . prove me that you've never felt something towards me. LOOK AT MY EYES !!!"
he placed hands around her waist as he pulled her closer , goosebumps swarming every part of her body
" it's so hot that you talk back "
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*Completed* "Well?" he asked. She turned around swiftly, her hair swiping against his chin and mouth. "Well...I'm still contemplating..." She tapped her fingers along his chest then met his eyes. "If you deserve that information." She smiled. He grinned. Her eyes read hunger as they darted from his own, to his moist lips, and back again. She stepped closer to him, their lips only mere centimeters apart. His hot, minty breath sent tingles up her legs as she yearned to taste them. There was no need in waiting, she knew what she wanted and she would have it. --- Being the head woman in charge comes with many perks. Many of these which involve living a sensuous, adventurous, and lustrous life at the prime age of 25. For one woman, she damn near has everything. Everything that she alone sought out and achieved on her own. Her wondrous beauty and mystifying lifestyle have many craving to be in her presence. She is a master of allurement. the spellbinding power comes naturally to her. She takes pride in seeking and engaging in pleasure. Sometimes, though, such pleasures come with a risk. For if she isn't wary, she may crumble in her own dominion. --- ***Mature content (intimacy, language, some violence) Graphic descriptions ahead. If you're ready for a whirlwind of emotions, step inside!***Complete
𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧
#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✦ 𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𓂃⋆.˚ She was light-too blinding, too pure for a man like him. He was darkness-cursed, dangerous, and utterly obsessed. He was a man of power, feared and worshipped in the same breath, ruling over the world of shadows where morality was a myth and sin was the only language spoken. Love? That was for the weak. He didn't do love. He didn't believe in innocence. Until her. She was untouched by the darkness he thrived in-a vision of purity, a forbidden fruit he had no right to crave. But the devil had never been one to deny himself temptation. And she... she was his greatest one. She should have run. He told her to. Instead, she stayed, unaware that the moment she stepped into his world, she became his. His to ruin. His to cherish. His purest sin. And now, even if heaven came calling-he'd rather burn than let her go.
𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧
"𝑰'𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖" "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐-𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐" A standalone. 𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝗥𝗮𝗷 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮 took her for revenge. To burn down her bloodline. But now, all he can think about is how she tastes when she mo-ans through clenched teeth. He wanted to 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 her. To punish her for a past she didn't write. To watch her shatter and never feel a thing. Exactly- he wanted to. Because somewhere between the ropes and the rage, the punishment and the pleasure- She became the only thing real in his twisted world. He took her for revenge. But she'll be the one to destroy him- One sin, one kiss, one scream at a time. In this game of fire and control... someone's about to burn. Will she just be a pawn in his revenge?
Love Is...
"Love is..." I explored my brain to find the most suitable word in my dictionary that could fit in the definition I was trying to say; the definition that could make the jerk, sitting opposite me with a smirk on his face, believe in 'love'. "Bullshit?" He offered with a huge arrogant smirk on his face and no matter how much I agreed with him on this particular matter, I couldn't agree. So, instead of nodding my head in agreement, I scowled at him. His smirk grew bigger and he leaned away from me, gazing at me with his piercing grey eyes. "Finding it hard to make me believe in love when you yourself don't believe in that shit, huh?" With his piercing grey gaze fixed on my every move, I realized that 'being the devil's cupid' was going to be a lot tougher than I had initially thought. (By the author of 'And We Meet Again')Complete
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Any fantasy? Dark-" The words caught in my throat the moment I realized what I had almost asked. A man I had nearly killed minutes ago. The knife resting between us spun lazily over the hard surface of the car hood, metallic sound slicing through the silence after every turn. Seven rounds of truth. Seven times it had stopped at him. Not me.Him. Rain-heavy clouds crowded the sky above us while distant thunder rolled across the empty highway. He leaned back against the car as if none of this bothered him. As if the blade wound on his thigh wasn't still bleeding beneath his dark clothes. "Darkest?" he repeated slowly, a smirk tugging at one corner of his lips. My fingers tightened unconsciously around the handle of my knife.He noticed. Of course he did. "Going rough under a storm like this," he said without hesitation, his gaze lifting toward the dark sky around us. "Where she sounds wilder than the rain falling on us and-" . . "And-?" I asked before I could stop myself. His eyes returned to mine this time. Completely. "And... seven rounds." The way he said it-calm, shameless, certain-made heat crawl beneath my skin despite the cold wind brushing against us. "Why specific to seven?" The question slipped out instantly. . . His gaze darkened with amusement. "Mm..." A sharp hiss left his lips as he pressed his palm harder against the blade wound on his left thigh-the same wound I had carved there moments ago. . . His brows lifted teasingly before he winked. "Why?" His voice dropped lower. "You want more? Ten?" . . "Go to hell." . . The next second, my back pressed against the hard surface of the car hood while he stood over me, trapping me beneath him. . . "Why seven?" he whispered against my ear, his voice almost drowned beneath the storm. "From 06:55 PM till 11:56 PM..." His grip tightened slightly against my nape. "You said 'I hate you' seven times, Petal." . . "That's why." . . "And this time-the rain approved me" [ STUDENT PROFESSOR DARK ROMANCE]
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Her disaster
*Featured book* [HIGHEST RANKING : #1 IN #controlfreak ] " I HATE YOU".. trying to hide my tears by taking a step back and suddenly felt his hand gripping my arm tightly, tight enough to give bruise on my skin, drag me towards him, forcing me to stand an inch away from his face close enough to feel his breath.... (giving same electrical chills on my body), looking into his eyes how can i hate you james, but i have to do this for the sake of me.. suddenly back to reality, now his grip his hurting me... "JAMESSS.... PLEASE STOP IT, you're hurting me". He realised it and losen up, hold me again from my waist, "YOU CANNOT HATE ME, DO YOU GET THAT" he said with anger in his voice. "NO, I HATE YOU AND LEAVE ME I AM NOT YOURS, YOU CANNOT TELL ME WHAT SHOULD I SAY OR NOT" yelling louder enough to make him more mad. "YES, YOU CANNOT HATE ME BECAUSE YOU ARE MINE" his lips near enough to touch my lips, can feel his breath, suddenly my eyes went to his lips and for a second i stared at his lips but again i look away, this time he pressed his lips to mine, forcing me to let him enter and i gave up, we are kissing more passionately with anger and want but suddenly i am back to the harsh reality and ive tried to remove him but i know i am not strong enough to remove him, but with the force i push him although i didn't want to but i have to, then he is looking at me without breaking an eye contact and said with smirk "I KNOW YOU ARE STILL MINE". Yes he is HER Disaster, Something has happened 5 years back which she still regret and wished, what if it it didn't happen, what if she hadn't met him at first place, what if she stopped him by keep coming back to her life. she cannot get away from him and cannot live with him although she want to be with him, but have to make a decision otherwise it will lead her nowhere but in the darkness.Complete
My Enemy, My Professor
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*Completed* "Well?" he asked. She turned around swiftly, her hair swiping against his chin and mouth. "Well...I'm still contemplating..." She tapped her fingers along his chest then met his eyes. "If you deserve that information." She smiled. He grinned. Her eyes read hunger as they darted from his own, to his moist lips, and back again. She stepped closer to him, their lips only mere centimeters apart. His hot, minty breath sent tingles up her legs as she yearned to taste them. There was no need in waiting, she knew what she wanted and she would have it. --- Being the head woman in charge comes with many perks. Many of these which involve living a sensuous, adventurous, and lustrous life at the prime age of 25. For one woman, she damn near has everything. Everything that she alone sought out and achieved on her own. Her wondrous beauty and mystifying lifestyle have many craving to be in her presence. She is a master of allurement. the spellbinding power comes naturally to her. She takes pride in seeking and engaging in pleasure. Sometimes, though, such pleasures come with a risk. For if she isn't wary, she may crumble in her own dominion. --- ***Mature content (intimacy, language, some violence) Graphic descriptions ahead. If you're ready for a whirlwind of emotions, step inside!***
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