Want Her Like A Sin

Want Her Like A Sin

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Romance
She rules the night. She inks the soul. Neither of them expected to burn. Arianna Fourcade is the powerful owner of LA's most elite bars and nightclubs - polished, untouchable, and used to getting exactly what she wants. Zyrah Blackavar is a rising tattoo artist, known for turning pain into ink and silence into art. She doesn't need attention - only a moment to breathe. But one night, in a dimly lit bar neither of them should've been in, everything shifts. A tense encounter. A quiet rescue. One charged look that spirals into something neither can shake. Now, they orbit each other in the shadows - too guarded to fall, too drawn to walk away. Every glance dares the other to break. Every touch feels like a secret waiting to be confessed. In a city that never sleeps, love was never in the plan. But some sins are too beautiful to resist. (This is my first time writing a story in book style so I deeply apologize if it's not too neat🥹. Also I won't be updating it as often because I'm a junior in high school still so I'll update when I can, I hope you guys get to enjoy my delusions!)
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The club wasn't where she imagined herself working, but it was the only place that would take her. The air was thick with smoke, and the neon lights did little to chase away the darkness inside. People came and went-some looking for trouble, others caught in things they shouldn't have been. She'd seen men dragged into the back rooms, beaten up for not paying in time or failing to do their part. And then there was her-the club owner. Cold, calculated, and feared by everyone who walked through the doors. She ran this place with a tight grip, and she didn't tolerate mistakes. No one dared to cross her, not without consequences. And yet, every time their eyes met, something shifted, an unsettling pull that she couldn't quite explain. She didn't know what it meant, or why it unsettled her so much. But one thing was certain: the longer she stayed here, the more complicated everything would become...

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