Swear I was asleep

Swear I was asleep

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It's been a couple of months since Jennie's mother married Lisa's father, making them stepsisters. Since the house is not that big, the girls are forced to share Lisa's double bed. Sometimes Jennie would wake up in the middle of the night, and she found that Lisa had scooted closer to the middle of the bed and was lying next to her. She would close her eyes to go back to sleep, sometimes leaning back just a little to press her back gently into Lisa's side. Other times she would press back just a little more, arching her back infinitesimally to curve around Lisa's arm and hip, and each time she felt Lisa nuzzle closer to her. or A Listop Seduction in 3 Acts Really short story, 3 chapters *** RATED 18+ for explicit scenes. All rights and credits go to the original author this is just an adaptation
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[GP] Jennie Ruby Jane. People mistook her beauty for innocence, but her allure was never pure. It was deliberate, calculated, and devastatingly effective. Every line of her body carried an unspoken promise, and every glance was a test of willpower. A law student in her final year, she knew the power of words and wielded them like a blade-sharp, persuasive, lethal when she chose. Behind her red-painted lips and smoldering eyes was a mind sharper than any cross-examination. Lisa Manoban. A surgeon with ice-untouchable, unreadable. Her hands were steady, her heart carefully stitched shut after a painful past. Her beauty was clinical, almost cruel in its precision, a face carved in marble with eyes that gave nothing back. She spoke in measured tones, as if every word cost more than it was worth, and silence was her favorite weapon. While others sought warmth, Lisa offered only cold truth, her gaze dissecting people the way her scalpel did flesh. Together, they make the perfect storm- temptation and control, fire and ice, heat and emptiness. Can they turn the storm into a perfect weather? Or will the storm keeps swirling around?

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