Desirable innocence
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🎀 To girls who value their virginity before they meet the right man for them... or so they thought. 🎀
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This feeling... This feeling is something I've never felt before in my life. It makes me terrified but also alive. I want to be closer to it, but also away. Ever since I came here, they've tried to come into my life without asking me. They want me just as much as I want them, but I love and value my virginity and purity. I just can't lose something so precious over something so sinful. They are playboys, they play, they fuck, they use, what makes me so special?
But I can see it. I can see it in their eyes that they want me. They love me, and that's something I never felt before in my life. Not even my parents loved me so much as they do... and I would be stupid if I let that love slide away.
I just can't lose it.
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[2nd book published by M. A. Pazar]
[2nd book of the Moonstar legacy]
[all characters, events, lines, cover, and everything belongs to the author]
[a dark romance book with a virgin and innocent girl who found herself locked into a cage with four manly predators like a small bird ready to be devoured and eaten alive, but in a smut way]
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[Copyright ©️ by M. A. Pazar]
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