THE POTREPRENEUR (To Rise & Fall)

THE POTREPRENEUR (To Rise & Fall)

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She was the pillar and he was the victim of lies and deceit. Both trapped in worlds they understood less. Perpetrating the canvas's of love that engrossed them, felt diabolical. It was a Romeo and Juliet love story, of course, with an African twist to it. Who would've thought that murder was the endgame while cheating was the case. Their love story was more like watching a maze from a bird's eye view. Beautiful and catchy from a distance, gruesome and choke-some from an eye levelled view. Isabelle never saw it coming and Dylan made calculated moves which misfired and led to his demise. In short, they were each other's friend and foe. Even Nancy Drew, could've never saw it coming too.
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August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))

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