The Eternal Fire
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Contenido adultoConcluida lun, dic 9, 20243h 22m
"If I had ten hearts, Ali..." her crush calmly kissed her cold cheek, on which tears mingled with blood. "I wouldn't give a single one to you." whispered softly in her ear.
Alina Gallegos - a young doctor in Sweden, with a successful career and future. Even so, horrific nightmares of a teenager screaming for help keep waking her up. And that teenager, a victim of peer violence and general hatred... That teenager is actually Alina 12 years ago. After many years, she goes to her piano teacher, that is, her childhood hero, to get her an old book, on which her blood and all her troubles have been spilled, hoping that when she burns it, she will burn them too. The traumas. And because of that, she returns to Germany with a heavy heart. She faces blows from the family she left a long time ago, and she gets a condition from her cousin to stay with the family at least that summer, for three months, before destroying them again by running away. By chance, she meets Benjamin Marcano, her first lover and childhood abuser. Here begins her "sweet" revenge, which will be completed with a sad ending. And all the time pressed between love on the one hand and hate on the other.
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Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?
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