~He Went~

~He Went~

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🌼It was the Story of Amberre Aït 16year old high schoolgirl she met Luca Veraldi 18year old "bad boy" it was the instant match they got very close they even Started to Maybe get hidden feelings for eachother. they went through the school year but sadly , everything collapses Amberre learns that the love of her life is moving...what will she do ? what will happen to there love and the flame of passion that is consuming them... ___________________________________________ ⚠️This book contains vulgar language, sexual contents, violance ect ------------------------
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A scent. A scar. A slow-burning fucking romance dressed as nostalgia. It started with a fruit. Not love, not sex - a goddamn strawberry. The kind that looks like it's been kissed by every shade of red your childhood never had. He didn't share it. Didn't speak of it. Just tasted it once, and carried the ache ever since. Years later, she walked in - smelling exactly like that forgotten sweetness. Not perfume. Not fantasy. Just... truth. Sharp, quiet, terrifying truth. The kind that crawls under your skin and whispers remember me when you least want to. He lied to her face. About himself. About the million ways he'd already started unraveling. But she knew. Women like her always know. She stared at him like sin dressed in judgment - and touched his wrist like she already owned his pulse. And he? He was fucked. Because she wasn't just beautiful. She was red. That memory. That craving. And no matter how much he pretended to be in control - she was already in his bloodstream. This isn't a love story. It's a slow possession. By scent. By memory. By her. And it ends exactly how it starts - with him on his knees, and her smelling like fucking strawberries.

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