Seraphic| 16+

Seraphic| 16+

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𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢; the Archer. Her life depends on good impressions from her parents. She's the somewhat- good girl until her eyes meet the man's that would change that completely. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐨 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞; the Healer. He's the total opposite and doesn't give a fuck enough to try and impress anyone, especially his parents. They don't want him riding his motorcycle in full speed late at night, but he does so anyway. 𓆩♡𓆪 "Do you have any fucking idea what you do to me?" he takes a grip of my wrist and holds it tight enough to snap it in half while his other hand is gripping my hair and keeping my whole body against his. My breath hitches at his touch. At his presence that seems to always consume all of me. I can never get enough of him. "You're crazy" Is all that is able to leave my mouth before he pushes me hard against the wall and catches my breath. I shouldn't want this. I shouldn't need this. Yet, I always end up craving him. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ What will happen when the good girl meets the obsessive biker?
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"You good, babe? You kinda seem a bit off today." "How so?" I asked, even though I knew the answer to that question. Damien answered, "Well you haven't been talking much, even when we were driving from the school and to your house, you've avoided eye contact with me, and you seem a bit nervous around me. I know you've been a bit sick last week, but I can't help but feel as if you're hiding something from me." I stared outside of my window as I sighed, "You're right, but I don't know how you'll react. I myself don't know how to react. I haven't told anyone." "About...?" Damien asked as he parked the car in front of a liquor store. I sighed, "Can we talk about this later?" Damien sighed before nodding and getting out the car. He then went into the liquor store and, after about ten minutes, came back with two bags with two bottles in each. He placed the bags in the trunk before getting in the driver's seat and staring at me. "What?" I asked shyly. "Are you pregnant?" Damien asked with a straight face while staring me into my eyes. I blushed, "What? Why would you think-" "Are you pregnant, City?" he asked again, and I looked away. *This story contains mature themes and contents. Read at your own risk*

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