Forbidden Script

Forbidden Script

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jun 30, 2025
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Romance
Aaron Ward, a business student at the prestigious Ravenswood University, is struggling to come to terms with his feelings. Ina Lynn, a New English Literature professor at the same university, is haunted by her own demons. When their paths cross, a forbidden and intense relationship develops, threatening to destroy the fragile balance of their lives. Aaron's "bad boy" image is largely due to his intimidating appearance, which belies his true nature. He has a chiseled, Greek-God-like features and a lean, athletic build with defined muscles and 8-pack abs. His full left arm tattoo is often associated with a "bad boy" image, and his hair often falls across his forehead, partially covering his eyes, adding to his mysterious and brooding aura. Despite his intimidating appearance, Aaron is not a "bad boy" at heart. He's emotionally guarded, which can make him come across as aloof or distant. His reserved nature and emotionless face often lead people to assume he's trouble. As a result, many girls are drawn to Aaron's physical appearance and mysterious aura, but his "bad boy" image scares them off, making it difficult for him to form genuine connections. But the story didn't come to an end on Campus. It took both of them to putting ring on each other fingers. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aaron's eyes searched hers, as if trying to read between the lines. "Were you with him this morning?" he asked, his tone low and even. Ina's silence spoke volumes, and Aaron's expression darkened. But then he said something that made Ina's heart skip a beat. "Hope he keeps his distance well." Ina's frown deepened. "What do you mean?" Aaron's smirk was back, his eyes glinting with possessiveness. "The time I kissed you, you were mine. And no one can take you from me."
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