About his Lie

About his Lie

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Vaylen Vee had always been the kind of student who thrived on chaos, the one teachers whispered about in the staff room, the one who seemed to collect detentions like trophies, never caring about the consequences of his actions. His world was a predictable storm of mischief, loud laughter, and endless trouble-until the day Cassidy Evans walked in. She was sixteen, calm and composed, yet there was something in her eyes that demanded attention, something that made the chatter of the classroom fade into silence the moment she stepped through the door. For the first time, Vaylen felt his carefully controlled chaos falter, a strange and unfamiliar curiosity stirring in him as he watched her take her seat, unaware that her arrival would begin to unravel everything he thought he knew about himself, and perhaps, the world around him.
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She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award

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