Torn Serenity | 18+ ✔️

Torn Serenity | 18+ ✔️

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida dom, feb 8, 202612h 11m
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Romance
Romance Oscuro
Primer Amor
Final Feliz
𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✦ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✦ She's the light that pierces my darkness. Yet, I know... I'll burn her to the ground. The first time I saw her, she was just an innocent face. The second time? She became an obsession, a constant temptation. Now, she is the only thing that haunts me-the only thing I want to possess. I should stay away. But I won't. I don't give up on what's mine. She believes she can fight me, can push me away. But the truth is: she belongs to me. Every curve, every breath, every damn whisper. She's mine. The power I crave, the control I need, it's all wrapped up in her. And she's too naïve to realize it. But when the secrets come tumbling out... when the lies we've built this on start crumbling... Will she run? Or will she be consumed by me? In a world where trust is a lie, betrayal is inevitable, and love is a curse... The stakes are set. The rules? There are none. ✦ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✦
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𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫. "You're a psycho, a crazy bastard," I spat out, my veins pulsing with anger. He can't, he can't save me because I'm his. Because I'm not. "You made me that, remember?" His bloodied hand approached my face, sending shivers down my spine as he gently traced my skin from my forehead, down to my cheekbones, and finally to my jaw. His warm blood left a trail on my face, causing my ribs to tighten and my limbs to tremble. His touch was electric and scorching, searing my skin. Hamdan Waseem had always been a soft sunshine in my eyes, but the figure before me now, smearing his warm blood on my face, is still Hamdan, yet a version I never knew. He's a monstrous version of himself, a psycho. "Calling me a psycho is an understatement because I'm much more than that six-letter word when it comes to you," he smirked devilishly, causing my stomach to churn.

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